Dog Diary - End of week 10 The Grand Return After Many Weeks
Working Title: “The Era of Health, Happiness, and High-Speed Hijinks.”
Mission: Continue Thriving. Continue Sparkling. Continue Being the Reason Strangers Cry Happy Tears.
Dearest Diary,
It has been many weeks — an eternity in dog years — since my last written masterpiece. My absence can be blamed entirely on the outrageous amounts of living I have been doing. Once a lady is healed, bacteria-free, and emotionally stabilised by a constant diet of love and roast-chicken-smelling air… it becomes difficult to sit still and journal.
But the people must hear of my progress, and I, being generous, shall deliver.
✨ My Ears: Triumph of Modern Medicine & Sheer Willpower ✨
Let us begin with my most important achievement:
I, Sara, have officially been declared BACTERIA-FREE.
At my last vet check, the vet peered inside my ears, hummed approvingly, smiled at the humans, and said the blessed words:
“They look great.”
YOU COULD HAVE HEARD A JAW DROP.
The woman and the Luke-man practically levitated. My ears have been an entire era, and now?
Clean. Pink. Fresh. A triumph.
We still do regular ear cleans (rude but necessary). The humans approach it like a ritual:
towel laid out,
cotton pads ready,
ear solution warmed ever so slightly (because apparently I’m royalty — correct),
woman whispering encouragement that sounds suspiciously like bargaining.
And you know what?
I don’t fight it anymore (much).
I let them clean my ears because I now know the truth:
Clean ears = zoomies of the gods.
🌪 Daily Athleticism: A Level of Cardiovascular Excellence No One Predicted 🌪
Because my ears are clear and I’m no longer dizzy, I have evolved into a creature powered solely by enthusiasm.
My daily activities now include:
sprinting from room to room like I’m chasing an invisible promotion,
prancing across the lawn as if auditioning to be a Disney sidekick,
spinning mid-air,
hopping like a caffeinated rabbit,
zooming so fast that the woman gasps,
diving onto my bed with the grace of a falling couch cushion.
The humans keep trying to film me, but tragically:
I am too fast.
Sara Fact: If the human can film the zoomie, the zoomie was not strong enough.
🌿 The Garden: My Sanctuary, My Spa, My Kingdom 🌿
I have discovered a new hobby:
Lying in the grass like a philosophical queen.
Sometimes I take myself outside. Alone. Unsupervised.
I stretch out on the grass, close my eyes, and breathe in the fragrances of:
distant barbecue smoke,
damp earth,
passing dogs,
and whatever the breeze stole from the neighbour’s garden.
The humans watch me from the doorway like nervous but supportive parents of a gifted toddler.
👑 Neighbour Lady: The Reunion of My Dreams 👑
After weeks without seeing her, we finally crossed paths with my beloved neighbour friend.
I wagged so violently I nearly rearranged my spine.
Then, with confidence and authority, I trotted after her and attempted to follow her into her house.
Of course I did.
I adore her.
I belong everywhere.
I was gently redirected, but the intention was pure.
❤️ Luke-Man: My Emotional Support Human ❤️
Diary… I am obsessed with him.
He cannot walk anywhere without me.
He stands up → I stand up.
He moves → I move.
He breathes → I breathe louder to remind him I exist.
The woman pretends this dynamic doesn’t bother her.
It bothers her.
🍽 Meal Times: Revolutionised by Genius (Me) 🍽
The woman had an epiphany — finally — and realised:
I do not want to eat dinner when “Sara is meant to eat dinner.”
NO.
I want to eat when the humans eat.
So now:
we all sit down,
everyone eats together,
I am included like a functioning family member.
I finish first (of course)
and then wander over with my cutest face to see if maybe, possibly, pretty please…
They never give me extra food.
It is the biggest injustice of my life.
🌊 Beach Revisited: Absolutely Not 🌊
The humans thought I might enjoy the beach again now that I’m healthier.
I gave it a try.
And I say this with love:
I hate the waves.
Too big.
Too noisy.
Too unpredictable.
Too wet.
Too “ocean.”
I prefer:
parks,
grassy fields,
secluded sniffing trails,
and anywhere I can delicately wee on the environment.
The beach can enjoy itself without me.
🛒 Bunnings Expedition: A Royal Procession 🛒
The humans took me to Bunnings.
I rode regally in the trolley like a furry empress inspecting her kingdom.
A trip that should’ve taken 15 minutes took 90 full minutes because:
every aisle brought new admirers,
every staff member gasped,
every customer wanted a pat,
and I graciously allowed them all.
You should have seen the faces of tradesmen melting into puddles of adoration.
It was glorious.
🌄 The Headland: My Red-Carpet Walk 🌄
We have been on many walks across the local headland. Each time:
Tourists interrupt their conversations.
Burly men turn into gentle kittens.
Children sprint toward me like I’m Santa Claus.
I wag my tail daintily, accept my pats, and pose like a starlet.
What can I say?
I am the moment.
🐾 Skin & Fur: A Slow, Steady Glow-Up 🐾
My skin continues to heal beautifully.
Progress updates:
Arm fur regrowth: ~50% (coming in soft and lovely)
Neck fur regrowth: 0% (choosing not to return — fashion statement?)
The woman moisturises my elbows, paws, throat, and feet every night.
The moisturiser contains coconut and more coconut. It's working wonders.
🔥 Sassy Behaviour Unlocked 🔥
The other day I barked at the woman for being outside when I wanted her inside.
She was stunned.
It was hilarious.
I have discovered my voice, and it is powerful.
🎁 Toy Play: Chaotic New Hobby 🎁
I now occasionally play with toys —
but only the special toy gifted to me by NSW BTR.
The others are beneath me.
My method:
sudden zoomie,
grab toy,
tear around house like a sugar-high toddler,
launch onto my bed,
chew triumphantly.
It’s art.
It’s theatre.
It’s cardio.
💛 Final Thoughts: Donation Appreciation 💛
Diary, none of this —
the healed ears,
the restored energy,
the zoomies,
the moisturiser,
the vet care,
the safety,
the comfort,
the joy —
NONE of it would’ve been possible without the rescue, and the donors who keep the rescue alive.
From my 13-year-old body
with a 3-year-old spirit
and a puppy-like zest for life:
Thank you.
My next chapter is coming, but for now, my tail hasn’t stopped wagging in weeks.
Signed,
Sara
Former Medical Disaster
Current Trotting Angel
Bunnings Trolley Majesty
Neighbour-House Trespasser
CEO of Zoomies
And Beloved Follower of Luke-Man
