Sheba, Mum’s companion and confident now that dad’s spending most of his time asleep, wasn’t too good last week. From Wednesday onwards she hardly ate or drank, and was having trouble walking on her front legs. First I know about it is when mother phones Friday night asking if I was free to drive her to the vets. So I shoot down there and bundle mum & dog into mum’s van and off we go. Ten minutes, a thorough inspection, taking of temperature, 2 injections (antibiotic & pain killer) and payment of £40 later we are heading back home. Sheba showed no signs of improvement so Suzie got her a special bone shaped chew when we did the weekly shop on Saturday, which she readily devoured and it seemed to perk her up (Sheba, not Sue).
Went down to check the situation out today (Monday) afternoon -- dog is right and fine and up to her usual tricks. Spoke to mum tonight (she was out when I went down) and she confirms Sheba is fit and well. Something must have worked.
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