Emergency dash . . . again
So it's all over. Ginny and Clive drowned their sorrows in Cognac as they sat up to witness the Labour victory. At 1am they finally staggered to bed. Clive had a bit of trouble getting up for work this morning.
Life is definitely returning to normal. Ben took me out in the garden before school this morning. 'Arrow smells,' he reported to his Mum at breakfast time.
'Charming!' I thought. 'He smells too but do I complain?'
'What does he smell of?' Ginny asked, nose buried deep in the paper.
'Sort of metallic, especially his wee.'
Ginny's ears pricked up. As a health writer she is attuned to these things. 'Let's have a sniff.'
She picked me up and sniffed my nethers. I didn't mind actually. That's what dogs do to each other and if I can train my humans in the basics of doggy greeting that's no bad thing.
'Smells alright to me.' She plonked me back down on the floor and poured herself another steaming mug of Yorkshire Tea.
When the boys had gone to school and Clive had finally hauled himself to work Ginny let me out into the garden. For a few days now I have been investigating a very interested section of Ginny's vegetable plot. There's a row of very tasty morsels growing just under the soil. I don't know what they are but the tops are delicious. Bright green, tender shoots, with an unusual, but very satisfying flavour. Each day there are new ones and each day I have been nibbling the tops off just as they pop through the soil. This morning at least six or seven new shoots had appeared. FEAST TIME!
Later Ginny took me for a walk. As usual I stopped on the corner for a quick pee. As I let rip Ginny shrieked. 'Arrow you stink!'
She picked me up and sniffed hard, wrinkling her nose in disgust. 'Oh no! I'd better get you down to the vet now. This could be serious.'
What on earth is wrong with me? Am I at death's door? I don't feel ill. In fact I've never felt better. Spring is well and truly here, the sun is shining, my tummy is full. The only blip is that Ginny has cut short my morning walk. And now I'm on my way to the V-E-T. Will I ever return . . .?
Life is definitely returning to normal. Ben took me out in the garden before school this morning. 'Arrow smells,' he reported to his Mum at breakfast time.
'Charming!' I thought. 'He smells too but do I complain?'
'What does he smell of?' Ginny asked, nose buried deep in the paper.
'Sort of metallic, especially his wee.'
Ginny's ears pricked up. As a health writer she is attuned to these things. 'Let's have a sniff.'
She picked me up and sniffed my nethers. I didn't mind actually. That's what dogs do to each other and if I can train my humans in the basics of doggy greeting that's no bad thing.
'Smells alright to me.' She plonked me back down on the floor and poured herself another steaming mug of Yorkshire Tea.
When the boys had gone to school and Clive had finally hauled himself to work Ginny let me out into the garden. For a few days now I have been investigating a very interested section of Ginny's vegetable plot. There's a row of very tasty morsels growing just under the soil. I don't know what they are but the tops are delicious. Bright green, tender shoots, with an unusual, but very satisfying flavour. Each day there are new ones and each day I have been nibbling the tops off just as they pop through the soil. This morning at least six or seven new shoots had appeared. FEAST TIME!
Later Ginny took me for a walk. As usual I stopped on the corner for a quick pee. As I let rip Ginny shrieked. 'Arrow you stink!'
She picked me up and sniffed hard, wrinkling her nose in disgust. 'Oh no! I'd better get you down to the vet now. This could be serious.'
What on earth is wrong with me? Am I at death's door? I don't feel ill. In fact I've never felt better. Spring is well and truly here, the sun is shining, my tummy is full. The only blip is that Ginny has cut short my morning walk. And now I'm on my way to the V-E-T. Will I ever return . . .?
posted by Arrow at 3:18 AM
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