My Beloved hates me

This morning was another day for visiting the vet, not a place the pooch likes very much, how can you tell I hear you ask? It has a lot to do with the shaking and the fact that once again he is sitting on my head.

So today the lovely lady vet stuck Stitch with two needles one in each leg, I suppose if your gonna have two you may as well have a sore leg on each side, next up worming tablets, yuk so glad she did that for me, just the thought of prying the little jaws open and forcing a small pill down a gagging dogs throat makes me cowk, we left the vet with the words see your friday ringing in our ears, poor Stitch really won't like Friday because that's when the stitches on his gonads will be removed, now I'm not squeamish at all and would quite happily remove the stitches myself but sedation would be required and not just for the dog.

A long walk today around the fields out back then back in through the main road, again improvements in the behaviour of our frightened hound, well until a lizard of some kind moved in the bush and sent him scampering that is.

Obviously Stitch was once again worn out by his long walk, because on taking him out late in the evening after coaxing him away from the fire that is, he tried to do the three legged pee thing but it just didn't work and he decided four legs are better than three, so he just stood and peed. Walking him around the road outside the house is really quite amusing, he only goes as far as the light shines, and if you turn off the torch, if you remember to take it that is, he will just stand there, even when a torch is shining he turns his head left and right constantly checking your still there, but once he sees the light from the back door he's off like a bairn with a new toy.

The trouble with stone floors in the house are numerous, but for a wee dog who decides to jump off your lap they are quite painful, doing the splits as you land really can't be good for you.

Roast beef for dinner, oh me, oh my, it was delicious, and I'm sure I would have enjoyed it more if I could get away from the smell of burning flesh, we had all the trimmings Roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, veg and delightful gravy, but why oh why did My Beloved make me eat that horseradish, more so why did he forget to tell me not to spread it all over my beef, in my life I don't think I have every eaten such a hot sauce, but why is it not your tongue that burns, but the inside of your nostrils, it was torture but I just couldn't stop eating it. Every mouthful was a mind over matter game, I really wanted to finish my food but I had to get through the horseradish to do it, in the end I sat at the table saying 'come on, you can do it, come on' much to the amusement of My Beloved, who just said 'why the hell do you eat that s**t', hello 'because I like it!'