An open letter to a vet
Hello, I'm the blonde from last night. The one that went mute and just sobbed uncontrollably.
I thought i should explain, you see we were at the parentals about to have a fabulous supper, The Hound frolicking in the garden, when all of a sudden a blood-curdling scream emanated from outside.
It seems The Boy Wonder had somehow knocked his leg, and was lying there unresponsive and seemingly unable to move at all.
This probably went on for 10 minutes, but in my world it was hours, so you see that's why i was sobbing, and mute, and hyperventilating and stayed up until 2am just to check he was breathing.
Admittedly whilst The Captain was on the phone to you arranging for you to come out, he did just get up and gamble all the way up to the house and by the time he got to your surgery he was more interested in the treats you sell than anything else.
He's fine this morning you can see from the picture, a bit stiff, and slow, and whimpering. The whimpering seemingly sated by pigs in blankets from the butchers.
Yours with gratitude
Also enormous thanks to The Mother Hen and The Captain, without whom I'm sure The Hound would be fine, but i would definitely have had a heart attack.
also The Mother Hen has a new twist on Toad-in-the-Hole, just when you thought it couldn't get any better, it does.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 10:32 AM