Wilf trotted out behind us with a chew in his mouth wondering , as dogs do, what in heavens name we were up to . Between the moonlight and the unseasonal glow from the old farmers Christmas star the garden looked surprisingly festive.
' The font ' drove into town to find out about yesterdays blood loss. Thankfully, it was one of the two marvellous doctors on duty and not the prim Parisienne. The vet patiently explained that its either the stomach or the kidneys. Neither development unexpected after five months. If it continues , or if we think he's in any pain, we should bring him in. Meantime a new course of Cortisone tablets.
Wilf remains completely oblivious to our concerns. His appetites robust, the thought of Kelly puts a jaunty spring in his step and he's become pretty adept at playing touch rugby by using just scent and hearing. Whatever happens dogs have an attitude that seems to say " You may live longer than I do, but I will live more ".