I don’t hate my mum but I do hate having my ears cleaned. When I first went to live with her she went on and on about my ears. I know they smelt a little and certainly itched but they had been like that for a long time. Would mum listen, NO.? Going on and on about ear mites. So came about my first trip to the vets. I really enjoyed the car ride, as we walk everywhere normally – mum said I had to lose weight. My time in the rescue I never walked anywhere the nice lady always put me in a push chair when we were going out. I have now lost 2 kilos; I am 6kilos now only another 500 grams to lose. Back to the vets he told mum that I didn’t have ear mites but really really dirty ears. He cleaned them a bit, made me cry. Then he gave mum some special cleaner – she found a more natural one from the internet and she cleaned my ears every 2 days – but she never made me cry. I still have problems with lots of wax but nothing like what it was; mum says the cleaner really helps keep the infections away. I can hear better now as well, which is good because I can hear the bell on his collar when that pesky, err, I mean my friend Thomas tries to sneak up on me. Mum also had me chipped and I had some injections and blood tests. Not nice but important I was told so I would not get sick or make my friends sick. I now have my own passport so if mum ever decides to move back to the UK I can go with her. Mum says I have to write about my injections in the next post because they are very important.