Sunday, October 2, 2016
Blessed relief !
It pours with rain. This presents a new challenge to our routine. Sophie can no longer lie outdoors pondering her 'movements' at a leisurely pace. Trips outside between downpours seem to generate bemusement rather than action.
In the afternoon it stops raining and reverts to being grey and damp. Miss Sophie is placed outside in her pen, bandaged leg wrapped in a freezer bag to keep the rain away from the wound, plastic sheet and a cushion placed underneath to keep her warm and dry. A blanket is draped over her shaved flanks.
There is a brief interlude of sunshine. This is the only 'interlude' there is.
Bob remains on edge. He gives me his ' there's something wrong with my sister ' look. He has long walks, lots of Mano a Mano's and tickles.
In the evening the sky has cleared. The Mares Tails telling us a change in the weather is on the way.
So passes a day with a wet, muddy, extremely feisty patient. Finally at nine, after it's dark, I carry her out and deposit her in the peony border. Not the most mud free of environments but one that rings some of the right bells for her. When she thinks we're not looking there is a moment of blessed relief ! An uninterrupted night follows. A cause, if ever there was one, for rejoicing.
A record of those liitle things that dog folk will understand and which non-dog folk won't.