Visit to the Vet

Poor poorly Skye had to go to the vet today (nothing to do with yesterday's blip!)

She made her feelings clear by peeing twice on the floor, but then she sooked up to the vet and licked her face after getting the injection, so she was forgiven.


Given the chance, Skye will crawl across the front seats to get on your lap, or failing that, sit on the handbrake. Which is all very well, except that the button at the bottom of the picture controls the electrically retractable mirrors - so we tend to bowl along the country roads of Fife with our wing mirrors flapping like a beagles ears...