Ohhh, we very nearly had a vlog! Infact yesterday I did two on the camera – one in my jim jams and one not – don’t panic I was actually dressed which would have been a first for my third vlog – however the sound did a Norman Collier (comedian whose act was based around the microphone cutting out) and then shut off completely – it was a tour of our house with me attempting to be witty and Bud being exceptionally boring slept through it (I think his tummy was a bit off as he ate grass when B took him out). So since we are vlog-less we’ll have to make do with Bud at his usual entertaining best.
Wayyyyyyyyyyyy back in June when Lorna and Mike got married we had anticipated putting Bud in a local kennels for the night of the wedding. Since I ended up travelling to Wolverhampton straight from the Royal, and the kennel fee was non-refundable we decided to pop him in anyway on the Tuesday night.
When I got home on the Friday I noticed he had little bumps in the usually very smooth shiny fur round his neck. There was a slight chuner at B, who denied all knowledge, and then I spent the next week picking tiny scabs out of his fur – Bud’s not B’s – and I know that’s quite a gross confession but I doubt the majority of you would have done he same. I assumed they were flea bites he obtained in the kennels as no new ones materialised…until just over a week later.
Bud and I were sitting on the settee and I saw a two little raised areas in his coat and so I had a little pick at one and something hit the palm of my hand. ‘Ewwwweee that must have been a bit of scab’ I thought which was hastedly followed by ‘Did something flick off him or did it jump?‘ A second later it was confirmed that something did indeed JUMP! I squeezed it in the end of my very long sleeved top and walked through to the kitchen, got out a piece of kitchen roll and opened my pinched fingers. A shiny brown FLEA landed on the paper and then instantly jumped off at me. I screamed (look it startled me! I wasn’t actually frightened!) and Bud wagged his way into the kitchen in a ‘What the whoof?’ kinda way.
I grabbed a natural remedies book and looked up dogs and fleas – apparently eucalpytus oil and a shoe lace were required. I had the eucalpytus but all shoe laces were otherwise engaged. So after a quick rummage in my ribbon box the most suitable length of ribbon was found, dosed in oil and applied to Bud. It wasn’t my fault is was pink…
‘You’re ‘aving a laff’
‘Using the power of my mind – urghhhh – take it off’
‘Man to man! It’s pink, it’s in a bow, do I need to say more?’
‘I don’t care how desparate I am I’m not going into the garden and that’s that!’
‘I’m not going any further. I’m just gonna wee here. Is that what you want? Well is it?’
‘Seriously, can you hear what that wood pigeon is saying about me? They can be so cruel.’
‘I know I said I’d be happy when it was off but I lied, I have to have it just in case you change your mind.’
‘Is it in here?’
‘Ohhhhhh no you don’t…
‘… it’s mine now, all mine.’
And the lesson Bud learned from this is that even though he wasn’t able to use the hedgehog we’d seen outside the house the previous weekend as a toy (despite asking nicely several times in his usual approach of ‘tentatively try to get something in his mouth and wait for the NO or take it’) because it might give him a spikey surprise it was still able to give him a little gift – and somehow managed to get it gift wrapped!