Misery loves company

It's not just me who's been feeling under the weather today, and believe me I really have been, Roz took Bootsy to the vets to get his first set of shots. He's desperate to get outside and this means that after he gets his second set on Christmas eve he'll be able to.

On the rare occasions I've seen him due to being holed up in my sickbed he's either been asleep or drowsy and listless. the vet did warn Roz he'd be like that, but it's odd him not being his usual energetic, mischevious self.

anyway I'm off back to my bed with some paracetamol and maybe a hot toddy.