Well it's been a funny old few days.
FRIDAY: Apparently I spent most of the day at the vet. To be honest I don't remember much, except that I felt very woozy when Gail picked me up, and had a strange sense that something rather precious to me had gone missing. A part of my nether regions is sore.
SATURDAY: This black collar I'm wearing is a hand-me-down from Bouncing Bertie. It was provided by a kind fellow blogger several years ago when Bertie was suffering from interdigital cysts on his paws. It is much more comfortable than the horrid lampshade I was given by the vet. I spend most of the day resting.
SUNDAY: The sun is shining and I have found a new perch in the kitchen. I have also been enjoying lots of lap time and cuddles. I am starting to feel a bit livelier, and we go for a short (and frankly rather boring) walk around the block.
MONDAY: The good news is that, after a weekend of being mostly confined to barracks, Gail takes me for a morning walk to Duthie Park . The bad news is that I have to wear my collar and stay on the lead and am not allowed to play with any of my regular park pals. Most frustrating.
TUESDAY: Look, no collar! We see the vet nurse and she says I am not yet fully healed and must keep calm and stay out of trouble. Has she ever met a wire-haired fox terrier before....?
In the evening at the 'Inn at the Park' I helped Gail's team, the 'Indecisives' to victory in the first pub quiz of the year, despite them thinking that the Tory Prime Minister who died in 1995 was Edward Heath not Sir Alec Douglas Home, and being unaware that Ella Fitzgerald is known that the First Lady of Song. It was particularly satisfying that 'we' narrowly beat my rival Teddy the Cavapoo's team.
Things are looking up!
