Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Don't Speak Too Soon

Well they do say not to speak too soon about bad luck and I obviously did in my last post. Last time if you remember mum had a run of bad luck and I thought it was over but was obviously I was so wrong.

You may remember my fall on the stairs from my last post, well I was just recovering from my injuries when mum came home the other week and I was all bloody and limping. I had decided to run around during the day as you do, and cut open the webbing between 2 toes and also some other deep wounds. It was too late for the normal vet so mum took me off to the after hours vet to make sure it was ok and the lovely vet cleaned me up a bit and wrapped my foot until I could go to my normal vet the next day. My normal vet took one look and said needs stitches so my mum's friday off work (planned to be relaxing) was spent with me being knocked out for foot stitching to take place. I'm now into the third week of recovery and only 2 stitches have been removed and this is the first week that it has stopped weeping (not nice).

Since the accident I've been staying with mum on the weekends and grandma and grandpa during the week to stop me licking the stitches and running around. Mum works long hours and didn't want me cooped up inside all day. I have loved grandma and grandpa's because they have ducted air conditioning and my nights have been toasty warm while mum stays cold at home and I also get thoroughly spoiled as is my due.

The sad thing of the last couple of weeks though is grandpa had another bad spell and was rushed off to hospital again. The great news is that he is home again after worrying everyone silly and looks to be getting slowly better again.

I will hopefully be home again for good this weekend and I promise to spend some time trying to make the last couple of weeks up to mum. I mean it can only make her feel better to spoil me silly right?