The Curse of Being an Over-Achiever

As I am ordered by the vet to rest as much as possible I have been spending more time than usual at the computer. 

My Poorly Paw is mending (yays!) but slowly (boos!). I am bandaged by my good nurse, FP, and she uses strong tape, God bless her, to ensure I stay that way (booooos!)

This is my woe. Someone else's woe takes the form of wanting to understand the symbols on cooker dials. Did you ever hear of such a thing!? Clearly, like me, that person is much too intelligent for their own good. My advice is sit in the way and bark a very great deal.

Sigh *looks at bandaged paw and slowly raises one eye-brow*

More Ouch!

Oww, ohhh, ow. Etc.

If you are a dog owner who cannot resist the appeal of a pair of big brown eyes then just get out of the kitchen already!

I know, I know; this makes no sense! But my point is ST & FP let me run about this morning (after I got through sitting on the path & barking my head off*) in the park. I stalked a squirrel! It was fun.

But then, oh! then my paw was agony. I had to keep stopping and clutching Poorly Paw into my chest. If you had been there, you may have heard me utter some Naughty Words**.

The moral of this sorry tail (do you see what I did there?) is: 

WAIT UNTIL YOUR DOG'S PAW IS COMPLETELY BETTER BEFORE LETTING HIM/HER RESUME NORMAL WALKIES.

Yes.

*I hadn't actually got through barking I was drawing breath but ST & FP walked on as soon as I fell silent.

**Oh yes! Dogs know some choice expletives too! I could turn the air blue...

Stupid Bandage

Title says it all really. Bandages are stupid and they don't stay on, the adhesive gets on my fur which means INTENSE licking, so then my tongue hurts and you get that kind of licked-too-many-envelopes vibe going on and then FP discovers the missing bandage and goes to town being all nurse-like (she's not bad, BTW) or you end up with a much longer foot than you are used to having and start tripping up. In which case the best thing to do is limp in front of FP and let her do the nurse-like thing.

NIGHTMARE WEEK!

And (AND!) those sockie-boot things smell once you've been wearing them a couple of days. Dry them on the radiator if they get wet or you'll have to move house.

Ouch!

Ohh.
Ouch, ow, ouch, OUCH, ohhh.

Ow, ohh.

Basically, ow.

2nd attempt

I started writing a post earlier this evening but got bored, lost interest and wandered off. 

I'm back now.

I've been spending a lot of time at the top of the stairs. I've spoken before about the merits of this location in terms of being able to monitor most things I need to during the day. Nothing's really changed in this except the number of biscuits FP is sneaking into the study. 

I'm worried about her; what if she isn't eating enough biscuits? If you see FP in the park or in the library, be sure to tell her that she should buy some jaffa cakes on the way home. Or some of those choco-whatsits (I love those). She's bound to listen to you *meaningful stare*

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