I
woke with a definite sense of déjà vu this morning. “er indoors TM”
had brought the puppies up whilst I’d been asleep, and all three dogs were
pushed up against me giving me about nine inches along the edge of the bed. I
though the idea of a king-sized mattress was that I could have some room.
Clearly I was mistaken.
Leaving
them all asleep I got up and made toast. I rolled my eyes as I read Facebook’s
feed this morning. Leaving aside dubious friend requests (from God only
knows what), over the last few weeks my Facebook feed had been filled with
videos of crocodiles. However this morning I had seemingly nothing but adverts
for cruise holidays. Each advert offered a bargain price with a huge price
reduction. Sadly the actual reduction itself was far more than I would want to
spend on a holiday in total.
Having
got up to glorious sunshine I had this naïve idea that we might go out and do
some field trials of my current Wheri-project. However in the three hours it
took everyone else to get ready the weather had gone off somewhat. By the time
we got to the woods the sunshine had given way to (at various times)
rain, sleet and hail.
As
we walked we kept an eye on Bailey. She hadn’t seemed on top form earlier but
we thought she’d rather come with us than be left behind. But the walk was a
bit much for her; a combination of long walks in the week and the bout of dire
rear had taken their toll. But whilst keeping an eye on Bailey we managed to
miss seeing Morgan rolling in the fox poo. However we didn’t miss smelling it,
and once home he had a serious scrub.
Once
home I did the final tweaks to my Wheri-project as Bailey lay next to me
whimpering and crying. After a few minutes I decided enough was enough and
phoned the vets for an appointment for her.
I
carried Bailey to the vets and we had to wait for a while – the only vet on
duty was busy with an emergency. After a little while I was asked if I would be
happy for the nurse to do a triage. I was very happy; as we walked into the
consulting room Bailey did the most rank fart ever. “Oooh”, the
veterinary nurse remarked. “That ain’t right”. The nurse then mauled
Bailey about and found weaknesses on her left legs, and asked if I would mind
if she carried Bailey through to where the emergency was going on so the vet
could have a look.
As
I waited I suddenly heard the most blood-curdling scream. Five minutes later
the nurse came out and asked if I’d heard Bailey scream.
The
final diagnosis was that she has two problems; a seriously strained front left
leg and shitting through the eye of a needle (stop me it I'm getting too
technical); both of which were aggravating each other.
We
left the vet’s with more medicine than sense, a load of special dog food and
orders that Bailey isn't allowed any walks for the next week... I carried her home.
We came home to find “er indoors TM” had got
busy trying to sell the china cups and saucers that I’d fetched back from Dad’s
house yesterday. Mum and Dad loved a proper cup and saucer, and I’d brought
home the decent ones. Looking on eBay they seem to be worth something, but the
true judge of their value is what they sell for, not what they are up for sale
at.
“er
indoors TM” boiled up a very good bit of dinner which we scoffed
whilst watching this evening’s episode of “Lego Masters: Australia”. I
do like that show, though I doubt I’d do very well on there.
It
has been a rather good few days off work… back to the grind tomorrow. I’d rather
not, but I’d rather go where I’m going tomorrow than where I’ve been in the
past.
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