Hello my name is Mavis.
Lots of you already know me and my story … it's nearly six years since I came to live here with Mum and Dad and all my furry and feathery friends.
I'm looking sad because I was at the vets all day yesterday having lots of my teeth out. The vet took out 12, but she said I have lots left. I had 6 taken out when I came back to live with Mum and Dad after the bad people pinched me and forgot to feed me, so if 18 have gone I must have started out with a lot!!
My mouth was sore before with my wobbly and bad teeth, but now it's even more hurty. I'll have to trust Mum that it was the right thing to do but at the minute I am not sure. The best thing about being hurty though is that I am getting nice things to eat. I had chicken and rice for breakfast … not the chickens that live with us, at least I don't think so because they are all still outside running around with Mr and Mrs Pheasant who now also live with us, but the sort of chicken that Mum makes smell nice and that comes out of the warm Aga thing that is next to my bed.
Yesterday Mum bought these from the charity shop. We don't really play with toys but Mum says Father Christmas wants us to have some.
Mum wrapped them in paper and gave them both a bacon chew to eat while they are inside the paper, they smell nice now and if Mr Christmas lets me I might change my mind and play with these.
I think Mum has put them under this little tree to tease me ... I can smell the bacon. If I had my teeth back I might have had a bite to see if I could make the treats fall out. But I think I'll leave them for now as I have just had my medicine and I'm feeling like it might be time for a little nap.
Hurty teeth are not nice, I hope the ones I have left will be good and stay where they are supposed to be. Time for a nap.
For those of you who don't know Mavis … or a recap for those of you that do ❤