Sophie isn't the only one to have the occasional 'bad hair' day.
A cloudy morning but the rising sun manages to light up the window in the upstairs hallway. For two or three minutes the inside of the house bathed in a bright red then orange light. Such a simple thing but something to be enjoyed.
Bob is getting four walks a day. Two in the morning. One after lunch and another in the afternoon. On our first walk of the morning we live the Enid Blyton lifestyle and stop to watch the horses, the cows and the donkeys. Satisfied that all is well with his universe Bob turns for home.
Some mornings he christens every third plane tree along the lane. Today it's every second one.
After breakfast the family fellow heads off with me to the hardware store. We stop en route at the modern cafe in the shopping centre. Wednesdays debate being analyzed on television. The pretty waitress brings Bob a bowl of water and a crust from a wholemeal loaf. She chats away to Bob. Bob bestows a long lick on the girls hand. Nothing like a crust from a wholemeal loaf to win a boys heart. We laugh.
When we return home Sophie lets it be known that she would have liked to join us.
Can't help but notice that for much of the day the divas been unusually quiet. The inactivity getting her down. She's been laid up since September 15th. The new Adaptil collars arrive in the post. Hopefully, that will cheer her up. Late at night I take her for a walk in the main garden. The harness with two handles means I can keep her rump and leg supported. We walk for five minutes. She'd have preferred an hour.
The X-rays confirmed for Tuesday. We book her in for surgery on the other leg on November 2nd. The surgeon who did the first operation isn't available until December. We decide it's better to go with another surgeon rather than wait. The usual discussion about why one surgeon is available so much earlier than the other then ensues.
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That pretty waitress sounds nice.
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
Sophie, five minutes is better than no walk at all. Yes, that pretty waitress does sound nice, and Bob is obviously going to be a favoured customer. You'll be going there again !
Bob is going to be buff from all those workouts.
Unsolicited advice - however here goes anyway. As your surgeon did such a successful surgery on SOPHIE - and he knows her well because
of it - much better to wait for December. Rather than have another unknown surgeon chosen, just because the job can be done sooner. As my very wise husband of 46 years always says: "No one every remembers how quickly something is done.........only how well." Please rethink this.
Our boy Max knows exactly how Sophie feels, and we both know there's nothing we'd like more than being able to explain it to them.
Seventeen days until the election, it cannot get here soon enough!
So, I wake up, grab coffee, transport myself to "deepest, deepest France profode" to see what my PON's are doing! There is Bob with punk hair, your beautiful home, Bob looking over "his country", and then... That Creature! I am jolted out of France, back to the US and what has become our reality! Not fun, just not fun!!!!! Now I look and feel like Sophie, in the last picture.
Hope Max is doing well
Seventeen days and who knows what happens in between. Todays denial of service on all the major websites tells me there's mischief in the air !
Europe looks on amazed. The Brits of course have already had a run in with lying politicians.
Australians, who are having their own government squabbles, look on in amazement, too. Actually, the US show seems to be on telly most of the time. Probably, keeping our squabbles out of sight.
Good One Bailey Bob ! ! I couldn't agree more. I start my days with the peace of France and my favorite friends!
I'll be so happy when election is over . . . a horrible election. I'm sad for our country.
I hope you've made a good decision for Sophie's surgery.
Bob's hair looks as if he's been frightened by something. But such a sweet face.
Hey, the "loung" is very pretty! Awful dilemma on selection of surgeon - one would have thought they would have penciled-in her surgery long ago, but I simply don't see how she can wait that long poor thing. The election terrifies me - it is simply a "lesser of evils" decision really but I fear our country may go the way of the Brits, God forbid. How that man could even have been considered for one tiny instant boggles the mind. Wish us luck, Angus.
We've checked on the surgeons and opted to go for the surgery asap. The surgeon who is doing the operation is the partner of the one who did the first op and is Prof of Surgery at the evterinary university. He's available at short notive because we happened to phone after a cancellation.
Sooner is in this case better.
A tired boy is a happy boy.
But what a five minutes. She's straining to get away every second of the walk.
You might be right. We've done some checking and the alternate surgeon is actually the most senior on the team.
Australian politics are always 'interesting '.
Not long to go now - although it must feel like an eternity !
Ah, "c'est tout grace"! xo
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