Abandoned again!


Keswick and Derwentwater

Image by PhillipC via Flickr

OK so I did play up a bit – but I was in pain. The light of day reveals a bit of a messed up foot.

Pack springs into action – much discussion – chats with reception – phone calls – only trivial walk to do the necessaries. Then load up and away BUT not before I notice the smell of bacon from a bag they bring with them. These humans are spoiled.

Shoot of towards Keswick and end up going into a place that looks and smells like a farm. Greta Bank Veterinary Centre – I am not happy!

Straight in no waiting. Lady vet says things like anaesthetic, stay in, leave me there and stabs me in the neck – very nice. And yes you guessed it they leave me  – never mind the tear filled eyes, the tail between my legs, the desperate ears and the expression of shear panic. OK the vet is nice to me but then it’s another jab and goodnight Vienna.

Well they did come back and get me but it didn’t stop me feeling very groggy and having a very sore foot. I can tell it will be days before I am fully restored to my reckless self.

And they bought me a pigs trotter as a treat – truly disgusting!

What a todo!


Monday morning – enjoyable walk in the park. Touched base with a couple of the regulars, some good sniffs and a bit of tennis ball chasing to loosen me up and hello you’re new. Quick sniff then time to test her mettle. Quick sprint through the meadow grass and see how you do. Quick glide by and snap – bugger that hurt so instinctively grab her by the neck. No good this really hurts  – off to number 1 quick.

It seems a biggish chunk of skin has been removed from my “flank” – that’s the bit where there is not much hair and the skin is really thin and worrying close to my ummm whatsit!!!!!

No 1 is calm but has a worrying head shake. One of the other dog’s pack is crying – oh my God it must be worse than I thought – my life could be in danger.

Fast trip home and both 1 and 2 take me to that place that smells strange and has people in white coats who stick things up my bottom. No I don’t like it.

Lots of head shaking – this must be bad. The rats they abandon me! I’ve got to have an anaesthetic and stitches and drains and this really isn’t funny – it could spoil my looks and they didn’t give me breakfast.

That’s it I’m putting myself up for adoption!! If I come out of it that is.