St Bernard

Ruth took me to Priory Park and we went in the maze (I had to show Ruth the way out because she couldn't squeeze through the sides like me). Then Ruth let me play with a St Bernard dog - he was huge but friendly. But then the other St Bernard dog, there were two with the man, flipped me over and bit me on my chest. I cried and ran away. Ruth thought he'd just been a bit rough because she couldn't see I was bleeding because of all my fur. Later we saw Sharon and Ruth saw a bit of blood on my foot but she still didn't know that I was bleeding from my chest. Then Ronnie came round and the blood had seeped through my fur. Ruth bathed my wound and put some antiseptic on it. She told me I was a very brave boy - which I am. It does hurt a lot though. That dog had very big teeth. I thought he was going to eat me up for lunch.

We had to go to the vet and get some antibiotics and analgesic. The vet told me I was a very brave puppy boy too. My bite wound feels all scratchy but I'm not allowed to lick it. The vet cut off some of my fur so she could have a better look. She told Ruth there were actually two bite marks but luckily the second one didn't break the skin. Ouch ouch ouch!