Wilf is the sort of dog who suffers in silence .When Digbys ill he gives a theatrical performance of moans and groans that would shame Rita Hayworth . His repertoire of unhappy noises delivered at maximum volume is also guaranteed to keep all the other inhabitants of the house fully , and intimately involved in his misfortune. A sleep deprived 'font' is off to the vet with him this morning for a dose of some paw calming anti-histamines. Wilf and yours truly will stay behind to deal with the kitchen fitters.
Monday, March 22, 2010
What is it with Sunday nights and dogs ?
Sunday night is dog crisis night in this household. It was a Sunday night when Wilf had his run in with the processionary caterpillars and it was a Sunday night when the bump on his head appeared. Of course late at night at the end of the weekend is the absolutely perfect time of the week to track down and talk to the vet ! Last night it was Digbys turn to alarm us - just before turning in for the night we noticed that he was manically licking one of his front paws. A quick examination showed a sore, raw swelling - probably an insect bite of some description . Being Digby he licked it through the night with the net result that by this morning the swelling has grown even further and now covers his entire paw.