There hasn’t been much to cheer about over the past few weeks,as you know. My dog, Coco 😀 had been in the wars, and a few weeks back went through surgery for the ligament.
Yesterday, Doctor Gwilym, that’s his first name; he’s Welsh AND DOESN’T SING, was all smiles, but there’s nothing unusual about that, told me that Coco is doing well, and I can now take him for walks in the park, but to keep him on the lead for the next three weeks. 🙂
Good news indeed, for both Coco and me; I need to get out and walk a bit too, haven’t had any exercise since before Christmas, I can’t be bothered going, without my friend to accompany me. 😥
However, the heart problem is going to be with him for the rest of his days. The capsules and pills that he is taking has everything under control, and so long as he keeps taking them he will be fine. I don’t envisage him not taking them, I wrap them in either chicken breast, (cooked) or Angus beef mince (ground for our American cousins) raw. 😛
He prefers the beef, but the War office thinks the chicken is probably better for him. I must ask Dr. Gwilym (the non singing Welshman – I’ve never come across one before).
These capsules and pills have to be given to Coco an hour before his breakfast and dinner, which means that I am now arising at 05.30, every day, bar Mondays & Tuesday, to give him his first dose for the day.
I get those two days off, as on those days the War Office is up early, and out of the house around 06.30. Not that it makes much difference, she makes enough noise to awaken the dead, deaf as I am, ( I’m sure someone, no names, no pack drill, will have something facetious to say about that last remark). 😈