We'd decided to take our lovely dog, Alice, to the vet this morning for a blood test, because she's been rather down lately and I thought this condition was due to some lumps which we'd recently noticed and which to us, were rather alarming.
We saw a smashing vet who told us that her present condition was due to something else altogether, and that she should have an operation straightway, this morning, to clear the problem away; and they would remove the offending lumps at the same time, provided it wouldn't mean she'd be anaesthetised for too long.
Late this afternoon, the vet telephoned to say Alice's operation had gone well and she was recovering, although still very much under sedation, because of the drip they have put her on because of her age - she is eleven years old - and that they are keeping her in overnight. They will call us tomorrow morning, after their morning inspection, and she's been fed and they deem that she's OK, and then we'll go and collect her and bring her home. Phew......an emotional day, hey?
Home for a late breakfast, after our early morning walk and taking Alice to the Vet. and back to my family history work; and I've heard from the daughter of friends of my late Aunt, with details for my further research, which is brilliant, filling in the gaps left by a sad lack of communication of earlier days.
After lunch, I had to dash into town to sort out a small complication with a funds transfer of mine but I resisted the urge to go shopping, thank goodness; and then I heard that Alice was recovering so I decided to pop in to see her on my way home, and oh goodness me, was she delighted to see me, the dear doggie!
So lots of TLC. tomorrow for Alice, and over the weekend, and staying at home to keep her company and we'll have to make sure her "lampshade" collar remains in place, for we're not to let her get to her wound and start licking the stitches - oh dear! Luckily, we'll not be straying away from home this weekend because of the Grand Prix in Belgium, as the dear Significant Other is obsessed with F1 racing and will be glued to the TV screen to watch his favourite, Jensen Button, notch up the laps. I am always cheering on Lewis Hamilton for he's my man, and I do hope he does well!
It was my turn to do supper and I chose to cook chicken and mushroom risotto and we ate garden grown runner beans; and we have the best ever bean tool for stringing and removing the tough outer edge.
An article in yesterday's Daily Telegraph which caught my eye contained an angry diatribe against the over-noisy film production's music which drowns out the spoken word, thus losing the delicate nuance and subtlety of the scriptwriters craft and intelligence. Hurrah for that man.
I think it's time to bring these proceedings to a close, as they say, but lots more to come, byeeeee
Daisy
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