Hi guys, I thought it was about time I introduced myself properly, being a well brought up sort of chap. It’s really not my style this sort of casual ‘Hi’ as a greeting, I’d like to shake your hand with a good old fashioned ‘How do you do?’ but of course social distancing and all that means it’s out of the question. So I’ve resorted to paper. If I can’t meet you in person the least I can do is present myself formally! Gosh I sound like a stuck-up old man, I’m not, I promise, but I do like to do things the right way. Actually no, scrub all of that – I like to do things MY WAY!
So I’ll take you back to the beginning, or at least as far back as I can remember. I’ve never been anywhere else, and from the moment I opened my eyes and starting seeing little bits of life around me I’ve been in this house, safe and warm with my mummy and my human family. I was one of seven puppies, and apparently I was number two to be born. I’m on the far right in the picture below….you can see my Pixel!
We lived in a wonderful warm cosy space and over the weeks I managed to wriggle and worm myself into everyone’s hearts to take pole position in the contest of who would remain.
I don’t remember much about my first outing, it was to the vets, but I sure as hell remember my second. We, that’s my brothers and sisters and I, were all bundled into two boxes and put in the back of the car. Along the short journey one of us vomited, it wasn’t me I hasten to add, but the smell irritated me so much so that when we arrived at our destination I was already in a very bad mood.
We were taken into a room that smelled of that bleach stuff, the exact smell from home when they cleaned out our puppy pen. It should have been comforting to have a scent I recognised but it wasn’t, instead it invoked a certain panic in me, I just knew this wasn’t going to be a fun trip. One by one we were picked out of the box and then as each of my siblings was returned, they had tears in their eyes and their white fur was tinged with red, blood. This was NOT good. Sometimes there was a cry and a whimper and then it was my turn. “Stiff upper lip, I won’t cry” I told myself, tense as a board. “Ouch, bloody hell what was that”. “Y.. O.. U.. C.. H..” I screamed, what has happened, that hurt soooo much. Within minutes I was back in the box with the others, feeling stunned and angry. They just hurt me. The ride home was a bit of a blur, but boy was I glad to see our little puppy pen once more and the family reassuringly in the kitchen, everything just as it should be.
Life then continued much the same as normal, we were outside for plenty of hours during the day, the garden was the very best place to play, there were crunchy leaves to catch and best of all all sorts of things growing at perfect height ready to pull and chew and tear at. I got told off more times than I can remember for biting into something that I was not allowed to. It seemed everything was out of bounds, “NO” was a word I heard far too often.
Slowly one by one our numbers dwindled, Mum was with us less and less and I missed her, she snapped at us if we tried to drink some milk and seemed to be in a permanent bad mood. Life was changing I could sense it, but on the upside I seemed to be cuddled far more than I used to be, I was frequently in the kitchen, running around everyone’s feet and getting in the way. I quickly learnt that doing a wee in the middle of the floor was not a good idea, the screeches that followed and the ‘clean up’ operation was huge, anyone would think I’d vomited all over the floor instead of just a perfect little puddle. But no, it took plenty of wiping up and cleaning. I realised it was much better to hold it in and only do it when I went outside, for some strange reason I could pee wherever I wanted out there, right on the grass in front of everyone and I got praised and patted and told I was brilliant. I’ll never understand these humans but if that’s what worked for them then I was happy enough to go along with it. Anything to keep my place as top dog.
Before long I was the only puppy left. The others had all disappeared, one by one a stranger came to the house and took them away, my siblings all gone. I missed them terribly but I got Mummy all to myself and so long as I didn’t try to drink any milk she was back to her old self, the snarls had been replaced by smiles. She even wanted to play with me round and round the garden, in fact it was all pretty damn good.
I didn’t enjoy sleeping on my own in the kitchen too much but they made me a really special wool pillow which they all cooed over, so it must have been ok and boy it was comfy.
Then one day I found myself in the car again, this time I was at least on someone’s lap and not in a box but I knew this was going to be bad. Once again we arrived at the bleach smelling place and I started to shiver. My tail went down and I sulked, eyes scanning everyone in case they came near me. Suddenly my name was called and I was carried into a special room. I stood hunched up on the table, as close as I could to the family as possible. The man in the white coat came towards me and tried to stick something in my ear, I growled, “Get off you, don’t come and touch me,”. But they just held me tighter and there “Wham, it happened again, that prick of pain!”. But this time it wasn’t so long or so bad, in fact it was almost ok, quite bearable. Another person came in wearing a white coat, a lady this time and started to approach me. Uh Oh, was that just for starters, was this the thing that was now going to really make me scream with pain? I tensed up nervously as she came towards me and I snapped at her. That was apparently not the right thing to do. She was going to give me a biscuit for being a good boy, but I heard her saying she couldn’t reward that sort of behaviour and so the biscuit was taken away. I was left salivating and feeling even more grumpy and sorry for myself.
Then I was home and suddenly everything changed, they attached a harness type thing to me and I got to go outside the big green gates. I went walking with the other dogs, Oh my goodness there was a whole other world out there. Strange and exciting smells, other dogs too and different animals; suddenly I realised there was so much more to life, this was soooo much fun. I no longer missed the others, I had mummy and then there’s Bentley; he’s a lot older and a bit slow, and occasionally a bit crotchety if I disturb him. But he’s one of us, a Jack Russell like me and he’s like a lovely grandad only he’s not my grandad, more’s the pity. I’m growing too, I’m bigger than my mum and I can even run faster than her.
The car is now exciting, we go to good places, and I’ve realised there’s no need to be scared. Or at least I had. Then about three weeks ago I was taken once more to that white bleach-smelling place. Only this time no one hurt me but no one stayed with me either. They just handed me over and they’d forgotten to give me breakfast before we left home, my tummy rumbled and I was hungry and I was trying very hard not to cry. I knew if I was good this time I’d get the biscuit and I needed that as they’d forgotten to feed me. So I didn’t growl or snarl, I was a big boy now, I was brave. Even when I felt that tiny prick from the needle, but then I don’t know what happened. I don’t remember them giving me something to nibble on. I don’t remember anything, except I was suddenly being given back to the family with this plastic thing around my head and really sore private parts that felt as if they were on fire.
This went on for a couple of days at home, just a little discomfort but I was fed and given something to numb the pain. The only problem was I couldn’t scratch that itch, I couldn’t do a damn thing with this Cone of Shame (as they called it) around my neck like a noose. For two weeks I had to suffer the indignity of going around looking like this. I banged into chair legs and if I hurried out of a door too quickly forgetting the extra width of the plastic thing around my head, the cone would hit the side of a door sending my head spinning around and stopping me in my tracks. I hated it, every minute of it, I know I looked so stupid, but like everything else it came to an end and suddenly I was free again, I raced up and down the garden with my Mummy loving the freedom. I didn’t feel any different, in fact I felt great. Then I heard talk once more of a trip to what I had now learned was something called the VET, a word I now dreaded with all my heart, nothing that contained that word was ever going to be good. I heard them discussing it together and then I saw them looking a bit worried. The Vet was closed. Why would they be worried, I was so happy, I wouldn’t be going. I ran around chasing my tail as happy as could be. But it seemed no one was going anywhere and I couldn’t work out why. The cars stayed in the garage, the children were at home, no one went to school, it was all very odd and why was the VET closed. What was going on.
The next morning, I was invited onto ‘his’ lap as they sat outside in the sunshine. Hmmmm, I smelt a rat straight away, when ‘she’ came outside with her glasses on looking serious and carrying a glass containing something shiny and silver. Then she lifted them out of the water and they were scissors. “NO” I screamed and wriggled trying to get free, THIS WAS BAD FOR SURE. I’d rather be at the VET’s. No way was ‘she’ one of those white coated people. What were they going to do to me next. Before I knew it I was on my back held tight and firm against the chest of ‘him’. But their words were gentle, reassuring even and amazingly I managed to relax a bit, I rather like sleeping upside down with all four legs in the air and this seemed rather comfy. I felt a slight pull and saw ‘her’ holding a little piece of black string in the air for all to see with a smile on her face. Then another pull and the same thing and then again, three times in all. Then I was given several treats, not just one but a handful and that was that, everyone was happy, I was free, It wasn’t bad at all.
45 thoughts on “The Life of Pixel”
Pixel, You are amazing. If you’re ever in the states drop by and visit us. Our names are Alex and Maverick and we are cats. We’ll show you a good time and have a slumber party. Great pic too.
Ha ha, I would love too but apparently it involves all sorts of extra shots and you know how I hate the vet!!! xx
I’m crying with laughter, this was so excellent. Love you Pixi!
You did a great job telling that from a dog’s perspective! Made me smile and laugh. Something good in these trying times.
If you haven’t watched “Racing in the Rain” I would recommend. It. It’s a movie from a dog’s perspective!
Told beautifully in the canine language. A lovely diversion . Hope all ok😍
Thanks Kameela, all good here, all as good as can be. Hope all is well with you too, stay safe xx
Oooh thanks, we shall look for it and watch it as a family xx
So sweet, I felt for him.
Thank you so much for this charming read. I appreciate anything that makes me smile during this difficult time. I am so glad I have my own pup to keep me company.
Enjoy your pup, they certainly help xx
Thank you so much for listening to my suggestion that it was time for an animal story. I loved it, and now we have officially me Pixel. Love your blog posts!💕
yes this one was definitely for you Pam, thanks for the suggestion, I so enjoyed writing it and it has been far too long! xx
My rescue cat Pixel says “Bonjour” to your little guy. I hope to visit you when this is under control.
Would so love you to visit, in the meantime Bonjour to your cat from Pixel, he loves cats and is very good with them. Stay safe and big hugs xx
Thank you Pixel! You are a clever man! Delightful and Fun!!
Pixel, you are the cutest little man of all! You be nice to Bentley and maybe you’ll get a treat. I miss my girl Suki (you never met her, but she and Bentley were friends) and I’m just admiring all the other dogs in the neighborhood, but I think maybe when I’m ready to get another four-legged friend of my own, I might get one like you and your mama and Bentley! What a good dog you are!
Bentley says he remembers Suki, she was so so adorable and so pretty. He says, he too is getting older now and he’s happy to leave most of the running up and down the garden to the younger ones! xx
Loved that story!
Bravo!! What a charming addition to the canine tales. Thanks you, Susan!!
Pixel is a good story teller. What a life!
A delightful diversion from doom and gloom.
Such a cutie and loved reading his story. What a sweet little face too. Stay safe and enjoy those licks and snuggles.
Thanks Kris, you stay safe too and big hugs xx
I was waiting and waiting for Pixel to tell his story. And it was well worth the wait! Thank you, beautifully told and heart-warming too. I was also worried about Bentley, didn’t hear about him. So glad Old Grumpy is still fine and in good health. Thank you for sharing another amazing story from the Paradise Place so dear to our ❤s with the kind and wonderful family we love.
Bentley is actually in great form, a real spring in his step, although he is missing having guests in the gite, it means he gets no treats and snippets of food!! xx
Good to hear! He might be swelt and fit like a whippet by the time your gite is filled with people once more. I so wish for you to be able to carry on – such worries….
We will, I am confident! xx
Hope to meet Pixel one day in the future!!!
Hope you meet him too. In the meantime Bentley is still his new slim sleek self and bouncing around at times like a teenager. Huge hugs to you both and stay safe xx
It’s so nice to meet you, Pixel. My, you have already had quite a life, haven’t you, and you’ve lived it so well! Please give a big “hello” to your Mom and Bentley, as well as the rest of the family. You are going to have the most wonderful life (and we look forward to reading about it). Goodbye for now, you Handsome Boy!😘Leslie, with Scott and Bob (a Long-Haired Tweenie Dachshund about Bentley’s age) and Henry Spirit (Bob’s Golden Retriever Big Brother)
Thanks Leslie and a big paw handshake to you too and my My Mum and family all send lots of hugs and stay safe xx
Do glad to have made your acquaintance, dear Pixel.
Thanks! Stay safe and big hugs xx
Happy to make your acquaintance, sweet Pixel. Make sure your mum gives you regular opportunities to share your life with us, little man. 🐶
I’ll remind her of that, there are three of us and that’s before you count the two cats and then the chickens and ducks, so I have to work hard to be number one in the attention rankings, but I do my best!!! xx
So enjoyed meeting you formally little Pixel! I look forward to more of your adventures as you grow up.
Thanks so much, pleased to meet you too xx
Pixel, you little darling! I remember when you and your siblings were born. What a handsome chap you have grown into. And what beautiful manners. I do hope you will grace your human Mummy’s blog with your thoughts again soon. And mostly I do hope that we will be able to meet before too long when this silly mess the human’s have made by messing with animals and making so many people sick is under control. That will make me very happy. And, if you will let me, I will bring The Bean with me. She’s a bit of a feisty old girl these days but I think you too would get along …. like many old ladies, she has an eye for a good looking young man! 💫
I would love to meet The Bean, I actually find the older generation are often so much more fun and interesting to chat to than other youngsters, so please bring her along, I am sure she can play with me in the garden and I’ll do all the running around, I just enjoy the attention ! xx
That’s a date! The Bean is still very fit and active so she might give you a run for your money! I think the relationship between the very young and the very old (‘oy! Who are you calling very old’ – The Bean) is a particularly special one so it’s good to hear my theory is shared by a fine young dog too! Xx
Young Master Pixel, you are quite a raconteur. You had me laughing out loud. And I’m so glad my friend Bentley is well, if grumpy. Understandable, these days.
Thanks Emm, he’s not really too grumpy, only occasionally, he still has a real spring in his step, even if he has a boisterous teenager to contend with! xx
Many thanks Pixel, great to hear from you. Thank you very much for letting us know your thoughts and have fun growing up.
Oh I will, thank you xx