My poor houndrel has an autoimmune condition affecting his eyes. They are better than they were, but it looks to the vet like he’ll be on immunosuppressant cream and moisturising drops for the rest of his life. Pay your pet insurance chaps: £500 and I’ve already covered the excess. Fortunately he’s otherwise his usual self though maybe sleeping more (I wonder why?)
After this ramble to set the scene, I’ve moved him to a vet’s that’s just about walkable because I don’t dare drive anymore. I’d just set off when the good old bowels decided to do the same thing. I was a little late and decided to risk it because my mammoth Tena Ladies can handle a lot. As I dribbled poo all I could think of was that at least at the vet’s there are more mammals to blame than me. As long as I didn’t arrive in a cloud of bluebottles I’d risk it.
Why me? Why do I have these problems? Where have my muscles gone?
You are invited to 😂 and 😢 but sympathy is appreciated too x