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I was almost two years old when Rama entered our home.
Rama did not look like us. She had grey coat and pale blue eyes and every other part of her seemed somewhat lose and a bit wobbly when she was moving. Her ears were large as pot-holders and her paws as least four times the size of mine. Running up and down the stairs the noice she made reminded us of somebody dropping a sack of logs.
At first I used to play with her; she climbed on me and chewed my skin, like puppies usually do, but soon she had become heavier than I and then it was actually no fun any more. She used to lie upon me in the sofa...until the veterinary announced I had a couple of slipped discs in my back. This was a turning point for me - it put an end to my life as a mattress.
The main reason for my x-ray was my mistress getting tired of my tense and moody behavior. She was consulting Anders Hallgren, the famous swedish dog-shrink, and he presumed that my bad habits were due to a pain somewhere, for example in my neck or back - and yes, how right he was.
Because of him I spent my third Christmas alone in a little patientīs box in the animal hospital of Ultuna, outside Uppsala. I had several slipped discs in my back, but the only ones suited for surgery where some in the front of my neck. They cut me open and took them away to make me feel better.
I called for help almost constantly, while they kept me locked up in that box.
When my mistress finally turned up to take me home, I was as hoarse as a raven and had sores on my nose from the bars in the door.
That year I got no Christmas gifts - but I was HAPPY just to get out! |
