Dog and I didn't get out for a walk today................... dog is not well and can barely walk. She has been lying down all day, and even forgot to ask for her morning treat of a chew, which she never forgets. She couldn't make it across the room to her bed in my study, and collapsed in a heap on the floor, so I left her there as I cannot lift her up.
That has meant that I have had to occupy myself in different ways and have been incredibly useful around the house.
- painted a rotting window frame
- planted some flowers to replace the dead geraniums in the garden
- sold a camera to a delightful young man in London by email and phone
- done the ironing ..........something I rarely do
- taken dirty dog towels to the launderette for a good wash
- bought some milk so that I could have another two cups of tea
- ordered a dog ladder for dog to get into the boot of the car as her ageing legs can't manage the jump any more ( and wondered why a satisfied lady customer on the website praised it so very highly or even bought one at all when " her dog doesn't need it yet"?)
- ordered some vitamins for the dog in the hope of a miracle recovery
- given the dog slightly overdue worming tablets and flea treatment ( feeling guilty after other half sent me an email this morning saying "look up Lyme disease in dogs"...........)
Which leaves me wondering what I will do and how I will pass the time when the dog is no longer here? I really missed my walk, and got a little frustrated with Colin behind the till at Marks and Spencer, who tried to chat and insisted that it wasn't a very nice day outside. I begged to differ. I had almost hung my washing on the line it had been such a lovely day. However apparently it will rain tomorrow, according to Colin, which pleases me greatly as I shall be at work.
Getting dog to take her tablets was as amusing as ever. The worming tablets are now "bone shaped". Being about 1cm long, they bear very little resemblance to a proper bone. They also come with a major design fault; they are not bone flavoured, something which might have been a little more useful than making them look like bones suitable for a small mouse to enjoy.
I tried feeding them to her straight; she spat them out in disdain
I tried hiding them in her evening meal; she left them at the bottom of the bowl
I wrapped them in butter ( this usually works) but she knew what I was up to
I wrapped the butter blob in a piece of bread; she spat that out
I covered the bread and butter with some gravy left in the fridge .................... SHE ATE IT ALL UP!
She is improving now, and has managed to get to the kitchen twice this evening to check that I haven't dropped any food on the floor whilst cooking.
Hopefully by Wednesday we will be able to get out for our fix of leaves and good smells, otherwise I may have to go without her.