Oscar

I was 5 months when mummy and daddy "rescued" me from the lady who bred me. I left my doggy mum and dad and one of my brothers behind.

I knew things were going to get better......

I had a sensitive tummy for ages - because my baby food was pizza and curry.... but its better now.  

When I was 8 months old, I started having fits and the doggy doctor said I was epileptic, they gave me valium and I had a bad reaction to it - the doctor said it was a paradoxical reaction which means that instead of calming me down it got me excited. I ran and ran all along Troon beach and my muscles were very sore after that. The fits have stopped now.

When I was nearly 2 mummy and daddy decided that I had to have an investigation into my missing testicle and I was castrated to stop the possibility of cancer. Mummy was crying a lot.

Then my little sister came to live with us. I didn't like her much and she wouldn't leave me alone.

 She always wanted to play and I wanted to sleep.  But until I got used to her, mummy and daddy let me sleep on their bed (so I pretended not to like her for a long time). Now I love her lots and she loves me too and defends me when I'm scared.

I'm on a diet just now and a bit hungry but I feel much fitter and mummy can't stop stroking my lovely shiny coat.

All in all, my life has been pretty good....

now, when's breakfast?

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