They are installing an ice rink outside the market hall. It's going to be a ' Wild West Christmas on ice'.
The owners of The Happy Days Pub are clearly unimpressed with all the activity and are having a lie in.
A fine layer of fur is belatedly growing on Sophie's leg.
The mayors secretary decorates the small cypress tree outside the village hall with four strands ( two silver, one gold, one red ) of tinsel. She completes the municipal jollification by hanging three baubles from the bucket mechanism on the communal well.
The three specialists are running late. We arrive at 3:25 for a 3:30 appointment but finally meet them at 3:50. Bobs notes are on a screen for us to see and on each of their i-Pads. You have the feeling they know who this dog is. They review their findings. They want to know what we want for him. Questions answered with patience, grace and kindness. Bells Palsy and hyperthyroidism addressed and on balance dismissed. The inflammation on his spine and holding his head to one side unusual. The ear tests show no sings of a seed in the ear or an infection.
Bob will have a focused CT scan rather than a MRI to look in detail at the 'concerns'. It can't be done there but the surgeon will go to the other hospital with him and do one final ear test if the CT scan warrants it. The scan will be arranged for early January. We leave at 4.20. I try to pay but they refuse and say they happily set aside time for owners who are concerned about their dog.
On the way back in the car we have to admit how impressed we are with the standard of veterinary care and how wonderful it is to have professionals who will take the time to educate and explain. We both feel much happier and much more hopeful. Some things are idiopathic.
On Tuesday Sophie will be back down for her final X-ray.
Both PONs would love to try one of these American delicacies : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pN83oIMIJLE&t=211s