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Each Day

This morning after a few days of celebration and sharing with my 'bestist friend', I am once more in a morning of putting bins out, hanging washing to dry, hoovering floors and all things that make up my 'normal' daily life. In a short while the three of us will set off once more to the vetinary hospital and hope that following an unscheduled visit on Wednesday there has been progress to make us all smille and that taking of stiches out will not be too traumatic for sweet Rhys who has stayed smiling through my redressing and bathing his foot sprinkling antibacterial powder with abadon and encasing his foot and leg in a 'boot'. Consideration of the large lampshade collars that are often fashion statement after doggy operations was not a possibility as last time he had an accident he wore one with aplomb until missy Banon decided she wanted part of the fun and got her nose and head jammed inside the collar too....interesting cutting them both clear!

Staying Calm

What’s a boy to do when he is told he has to keep calm because of the five seriously ugly stitches in my foot…. of course jump up on top of my crate where ‘she who must be obeyed’ has piled all our – Banon and mine, newly washed bedding plus all those nice soft covers she drapes all over the settee which she keeps telling us is hers when we know better.