Happy birthday Gran

We went to Ballarat yesterday to say happy birthday to Gran. I had to put up with driving in Jude's car for hours! She said she had it set to 'comfort' mode but I didn't feel very comfortable to me!

It turned out to be a good day - I got to play with my best friend, Hamish, plus Gran gave an entire scone to eat! Good thing she doesn't know that I am supposed to be in a diet! There was a birthday cake (Jude cooked it herself) but I didn't get to eat any of it - because "chocolate is bad for dogs". Humph! Jude almost dropped the cake when she was getting it out of the container - i would have swooped in and gobbled it up if it made it to the floor. 

While the humans all went off for lunch somewhere Hamish and I spent some fun time together in the garden - I can't tell you the details because apparently what happens in Ballarat stays in Ballarat. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRAN. 

Woofs, Toby

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Standards dropping?

I had to take my friend (toy) Brendan in for some surgical treatments this morning. For no apparent reason a gap had opened up under one of his wings, and his stuffing was in danger of falling out! Why his feet are facing in the opposite direction to his face is an entirely different problem - Dr Jude says she isn't qualified to deal with that level of surgery. 

Is it just me or have surgical standards dropped at Dr Jude's pet surgery? The stitches look very messy to me. 

Grrrrrr

Tobes