Ricochet

It was a day for a short walk and I decided we would perambulate the part of the village which isn't populated by unpredictable dogs. This view is along a street with one such canine half way along on the left. We didn't approach any closer.

It was a brief walk because guess what? We were back at the vets' first thing this morning, following a night disturbed by an increasingly uncomfortable and sore Bean.

Poor girl. By 9am she could barely sit down and certainly couldn't squat. Longish story short: her anal glands were swollen and inflamed as a direct result of days of diarrhoea. E - the fourth vet to see her in the last few weeks - was onto it immediately and she did the necessary. It hurt badly, but provided Bean instant relief.

E provided me with a clear opinion of what is going on with Bean. She had the advantage of a new mind on the job and she sifted through the detritus of detail quickly, and got down to the nub of the issues. Yet again I left the vet clinic feeling much more positive than when I arrived. There is real clarity about what's next.

Home to a skype with brother #2 which was a great comfort. And since then I have plodded half-awake through the essentials of the day. 

Fingers crossed we have a peaceful night and I'll be more alert tomorrow. 

Enough about you Mima! What about Bean? I hear you ask. 

She has been catching up on sleep all day. She has had three meals. She has wiggled and wagged at friends who came to the gate. And then she lay on her back on the grass enjoying the sun on her tummy.

Days like this I wish I was a dog.