Running around

 Monday was uneventful, hence the lack of Journal entry.  I can't make tidying the house and a quick walk with the dogs fill a page, no matter how verbose I am.

Today, was slightly more active.

I woke a little before eight o'clock and realised that I really needed to get my arse out of bed. I threw on some clothes and headed downstairs for the obligatory cup of black coffee. The chickens were let out and then job #1 needed my attention.

Back in November TP had booked his car in at the local workshop for its MOT test. He had then headed off to Vietnam and delegated the responsibility for this to me. 

This morning Hobson and I climbed in to his car,* and headed down the lane to drop off the vehicle. We then wandered back, with Hobson taking immense delight in being an only dog.**

Back at home I had sufficient time for breakfast and ablutions, before we headed out again. 

Our first port of call was the local Vet's surgery. Whiffler was booked in for a couple of minor procedures*** and a few minutes were spent dropping him off and signing the necessary consent documents. We were informed to call "after two", to get an update and likely collection time.

The rest of the morning was spent choosing some new bedding and a wander around Aldi to pick up a few essentials.

The afternoon included a short snooze, and I awoke to hear 30% checking on Whiffler's condition. She let me know that all was well, and that he could be collected just before three o'clock. I made a mental note of this just as my phone rang.  TP's car was ready to be collected.  30% and I, therefore, divided and conquered. She headed off to collect Whiffler, and I wandered down the road for TP's Ford.

So, that was Tuesday. Whiffler is fine, but has a bandaged foot that needs to be re-dressed on Friday afternoon. He also needs to wear a plastic bag on his foot when he goes outside ... this makes him look and sound ridiculous. But he had no problems with the sedation and seems completely unperturbed by his trip to the Vet's ... that's all that really matters.

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* Funnily enough, I wasn't really worried about the state of Hobson's feet ... it's not my car!

** He loves a walk with the pack, but a walk with just me seems to be a completely different experience for him. He is incredibly attentive to me, but I can tell from his body posture that he absolutely loving every step of the walk.

*** There is a small growth on his left eyelid that is now making contact with his cornea, and a small cyst on one of his toes that is starting to irritate him. Both of these are to be removed. They are relatively minor procedures, but each has the potential to be problematic if left unattended.