Monday, July 1, 2013
Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide.
A run round the garden followed by a leisurely walk along the path at the top of the ridge. Up here the air rich with the smell of garlic. Both pups intrigued by the carcass of some long dead animal. Hare, badger, fox ? Too far gone to say. Ahead of us two sanity testing hours with a pair of hungry and thirsty PON's before we're due at the vets. Off to the motorway service station. Lakes, trees, picnic areas, freshly trimmed grass and the scent of hundreds , if not thousands, of invisible dogs. Trucks to watch, tourists to bark at. Hunger displacement therapy in this canine heaven. While they frolick we enjoy a leisurely cup of coffee.
Ten to nine. Sophie is weighed. I turn to go but the vet asks me to stay while the catheter goes in . '' She'll feel more comfortable if you're with her ". A slight whine at the noise of the clippers. Then one brief '' is this alright ? '' look of pure trusting innocence. Noble vulnerability. Then she's asleep. We'll collect her at three this afternoon.
Bob is decidedly unhappy at the absence of his sister. Today Mr. Frump is going to be barking at everything .