While Wilf went to the vets Digby took over the role of chief guard dog. With workmen arriving every five minutes he was soon busily scurrying from one vehicle to the next . Each tyre was dutifully christened and the insides of the kitchen fitters vans checked to see if there was anything interesting, ie edible, inside. The brave image might have been a bit more believable if Digby hadn't scampered inside each time there was a noise from a drill or power saw. He eventually fell asleep on his back in the sun, worn out from holding the fort for his big brother.
The local newsagent is now displaying a rack of day old English, Dutch and Spanish newspapers - a sure sign that the second home owning contingent is about to arrive for Easter .
We are waiting for the results from Wilfs biopsy and blood tests to see what whether we should be concerned about the growth on his head. Irrespective of whether its benign or malignant the vet thinks it could become infected and should come off. She has taken blood tests to see whether his liver is strong enough for anaesthetic to be administered. Wilf was the perfect patient and apart from having to be coaxed out of the back of the car didn't complain once. However, when he got home he came straight up to me with his glum face on as if to say ' You can't believe what's just happened to me '. A Ryvita as a treat and he was soon back to being his irrepresible self.