Freya - Our Poorly Puppy

 
 

That was the week, that was . . .

Sunday 1st February

My most sincere apologies to regular readers for the lack of completed daily entries in recent times.  Circumstances have changed so much with Granny returning to work.  There are occasions when I simply can’t get on the laptop because she’s busy working on it.  On other occasions she has nodded off to sleep in her chair without opening the laptop for me to do my blog . . . it’s that old opposable thumbs issue again – doh!  I will try to catch up with the events of recent days now but do ask for your understanding if I deviate from the old routine of a daily blog.

Today has been a day when I’ve spent a lot of time with my eyes closed.  They are looking less sore as Granny is applying my cream regularly and it really is helping.  I have been asleep on Mum’s bed for large chunks of the day whilst I’ve been watching the snow fall from my favourite armchair at other times.

We decided to skip an outing today as Granny was anxious about the bitterly cold, snow-laden wind being a problem for my eyes.  I made her laugh when I took my penguin out to keep me company when I ventured out for the toilet.  She was less amused when I left it on the grass and she had to fetch it in . . . oops!
 
My appetite hasn’t been too good today.  I took my corticosteroid nicely before breakfast but was only interested in eating a tiny amount of chicken when Granny hand fed me.  I’ve been popping back to the bowl during the day and actually managed to lick it clean of breakfast at about a quarter to four.   Hmmm . . . . teatime is usually 4pm.  Oops!  And as for lunch!  I did try the old begging routine as I could smell the delicious roast potatoes but the family are resolute in keeping me on the straight and narrow path of a fat free diet.  I do appreciate that it is for the greater good but do long for forbidden foods.


Saturday 31st January

Today proved to be a very eventful day which included yet another trip to the vet and an outing to visit the kittens in Medway.

  
My eyes have been a bit weepy on and off for a while now but they were really horrible this morning with the right eye much worse than the left.  Granny rang the vet as soon as they were open but couldn’t get an appointment until almost noon.  I got all silly and nervous again and was shaking like a leaf.  I suppose it’s hardly surprising after all I’ve been through.  Granny was great about reassuring me and I cooperated as Mike did a thorough examination of my eyes and confirmed our belief that I’ve got conjunctivitis.  At one stage he had my right eye glowing fluorescent green in the dark . . . weird!  He prescribed an ointment to be applied to both eyes three times a day for a week.


It was off to Medway next to visit Amber and her kittens.  I couldn’t believe how much they’ve grown in eight days and examined them closely to check that nobody was trying to trick me by substituting different kittens.  It was Drake, Habika and Loki alright and Drake even has her eyes open.  They’re so cute.


Amber obviously checked me out as an acceptable guest to visit her kittens and monitored my activities closely.


I know I shouldn’t have a favourite but I think it’s Habika who has won my heart.  She is just so sweet and gets into the most adorable poses.  Bless.


Elaine took us all out for an outing so that the car was very full with Granny and Kai in the front, Mum and me in the back and Sasha in the boot.  It was very muddy in places but was an amazing location with huge open spaces for us to run.


 

I met a variety of other dogs but didn’t get to know any names.  




I didn’t even come straight home when we left Medway as Granny drove us for a quick visit to Great Auntie Sue . . . twice in two days!  I was a good girl again and two of the cats even came through to the lounge whilst I was snuggling up with Sue.  I’m so glad they realise that I mean them no harm.  I wonder if Jasmine will be brave enough to come out of hiding next time I visit.

It was eventually time for home where I slept in Mum’s room.

 


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