Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Visiting the vet.
Amazingly, the angelic duo seem to know that a trip to the vet is on the cards. This morning they've taken up their parallel parked 'glum' position in the downstairs hall. You know it's the 'glum' position because their tails aren't wagging. 'The Font' can only assume that we have a particular tone of voice that is only used at 'vet time'.
Bob is loaded up in readiness to be driven down to the surgery. He gives me his ' Is I about to be murdered ? ' look.
Before closing the tailgate the male dog and his master have a conversation about whether his tooth aches. Non dog owners observing this conversation might think the human participant completely crazy. Dog owners will however recognize that this form of communication is quite normal for both parties.
The male dog does a very good job of indicating where it hurts.
After the incident Bob is lame in one leg and has bruising around the shattered incisor. He's eating, drinking and sleeping well. Yesterday afternoon he was taken back to the scene of the accident in a '' get back in the saddle as soon as possible " way. He wasn't in the slightest bit nervous and was keen to christen all his usual spots round the market square. The small black Renault had gone.
We're now off to the vets to discover what the damage is.