Keeping The Wretched One on her Toes

First, I got her up at 5.00 a.m.
Then, I moped around and finally started limping at midday.
(The vets close at 1.00!)
Oh the rushing around and phoning up was wonderful to behold.

It didn't go as planned though.  The Wretched One was advised to put her nurses uniform on and administer Metacam - which she thoughtfully encased in smoked salmon - and then to wait and watch.  

The Kindly Mister examined my dog bite site and all is well on that front, but I am limping on that leg.

Now I'm all drugged up and snoozy.