Very early run with the Irish Aunt should have warned me there was something afoot but, no, when my mum produced my lead before 8am I truly thought we were off to the beach.
We were going to the VET! I’ve been having trouble pooing for a while and it got much worse in the last couple of weeks so I was booked in for a repair to a perineal hernia. That’s when organs push through the abdominal wall and press on the bowel.
The vet explained exactly what would happen, gave me a sedative while mum was htere and let her put me in my temporary kennel. I was first on the list so by 11.15 my mum knew I was through the surgery, was fine and could come home later.
I was all waggy tail when I saw her but the ride home exhausted me and I really wanted to stay in the car. Irish Aunt called to see me and I managed to get up and wag my tail for her but that’s it, I’m out for the count till tomorrow.
Mum says she will sleep on the sofa tonight to keep me company.