Oh dear, mum took off early yesterday morning with Bazzy in tow. I was quite upset at being left at home whilst everyone else was out, I don't mind saying.
But when I found out later just where mum took Bazzy, I must admit I had a little bit of a giggle.
Poor Bazzy was dragged off to the vet to be castrated!
Argh, poor little muppet man.
Mum brought him home at 6pm last night and he wouldn't get out of the car. He eventually came inside the house and mum told me I had to be a good girl and look after baby Baz.
He was looking rather pathetic I must say.
Mum put Bazzy in his pen out in the family room, so he could see everyone. He just lay on his bed very placidly - not like the Bazzy we know ey?
He ate his dinner - scoffed it down actually. Then mum let him out of his pen for a little while, but he was still very quiet.
I left him alone, he obviously wasn't up to playing wrestlemania with me.
He cried a little bit through the night, but I think it was just to get some attention rather than anything else.
The vet gave him an injection of pain killers, so he should have been ok.
At 3am mum got up to take him out for a weewee, then he got up on the pinkies big bed with them and slept up there.
Now that is a bit rude I thought. The big bed is my domain not Bazzy's. But I left him alone, at least he was quiet up there.
Today he seems fine. Mum has been watching him all day and making sure I am not too rough with him. We have had a little session of wrestlemania, so that was good.
This afternoon the pinkies took us for a nice long walk all around our estate.
Silly Bazzy picks up stuff he finds on our walks and carries it around with him. Mum says Bazzy is a rubbish collector.
It has been raining and cold here for a few days now, luckily it is the weekend and those pinkies are home.
Miss Ellie xxx