I had so many plans for writing posts over the last week … and the best laid plans …
Since Saturday I’ve been laid up with a stomach virus whose symptoms I really don’t want to share with you … suffice to say that wretched & weary & sick only begin to describe how I’ve been feeling.
Now … some people might say ‘Liz, what a great chance to loll’.
Folks … there is a big difference between real Lolling (consciously chosen & delightful) and being forced to stay in bed (sick and blah).
Yesterday Coco went to the vet for her operation to get spayed.
Mucho thanks to Maggie and her folks for driving me and Coco to and from the vet in Mohill.
Great vet (thanks Joe) and all the lovely staff … who look and smile at the dogs before the people … love it.
(Ashwood Veterinary Clinic, Mohill. 0719631043. email@example.com)
I was told that she’d be groggy and to let her sleep when she got home.
I was expecting to have to carry her to the car … no way … she pretty much bounced out of the vets.
The vet also told me that dogs rarely lick the wound but if she did then Coco will have to get one of those lamp collars.
Guess which dog in all the world decided that licking their wound is their primary life goal?
Yup … Coco.
I keep following her around and saying ‘No Coco’ every time she tries to lick the wound … and we’re both heartily sick of each other.
I tried explaining about the lamp collar but she’s conveniently forgotten english.
I’ll give it another day and see.
I was also told that she’d be a bit quiet over the next few days … on whose bloody planet?
It’s like having a giant Everready bunny in the house.
She woke me at 6.30am to go outside and hasn’t stopped for a breath since.
Good to see she bounces back so well … wish I did. But then she’s only 10 months old and I’ve been on the planet a lot lot lot lot longer.
I hope to be bouncing back by tomorrow and then you’ll be getting some interesting posts about different ideas for Xmas gifts in Ballinamore.