A half hearted attempt at a rainbow greets us as we drive down to the strawberry farm.
While I buy six punnets of berries Bob sits in the back of the car and gets fussed over by the farmers wife. '' Oh you poor baby ". His sister explores the polythene tunnels. The Portugese farm workers know her and she them. They are allowed to talk to her. Strawberries are red. Sophie doesn't do red food. Must be a dog thing.
Into the market town for croissants. Bob is lifted down and given a two minute stroll. He christens the fountain outside the prefecture. He hobbles.
Yesterday Bob spent a full half hour on the vets table. He is one lucky boy. No bones broken but severe bruising to the right side of his shoulder, leg and jaw. One of his toes almost crushed. It is very sore but will get better. Half of the incisor on the right lower side of his mouth has gone but the vet says it's not causing him any discomfort. We could reconstruct it but the family fellow would have to go through a number of procedures under anesthetic. This issue will be revisited in a month or so. Appointments at the physiotherapist scheduled for next week. The family fellow is given an injection to calm the pain and ease the muscle inflammation. He's prescribed ten days on Metacalm. When he's lifted down from the examination table he sprints for the door in order to make good his escape.
In the afternoon Bob gets two or three short gentle walks on grass . He can climb the stairs without help but has poor braking action when coming down.
It's taken a day but Bob has recognized that he can milk this for what it's worth. He's become adept at the '' a little ice cream might ease the agony " look. In this regard male dogs and four year old humans are remarkably alike.
His sister has very clear ideas about who in the family should be the centre of attention .... and the clue is it's not her brother.
This would be a cool place to stay to see the Northern Lights : http://www.manshausen.no/en/huts/