and then there were two..

We've been having an exciting time - Murphy is getting used to his paw, Maddie seems to have stopped trying to bite it - but then there are reasons for that! We had to put them in kennels just after Murphy's accident and of course he worked out that he could reach his paw because the lampshade wasn't long enough. He chewed and ate as much of the bandage as he could so the kennels, after a discussion with our vets and a visit to their own for more bandages, trussed up the paw again and we duly picked him up the next day and headed back to the vet for more re-dressing.

Meanwhile, the next day, Maddie was all booked in to be speyed and I duly took her in, cried when I handed her over (they must hire receptionists purely for their sympathetic and tactful natures) then got stuck in the carpark. No, it wasn't the dogmobile finally letting me down, it was another girl's car getting stuck in an ice-hole and blocking me in. So we duly dug and huffed and puffed and eventually a couple of blokes came and helped push and voila! Thanks guys!

But I digress.... so now we have two patients and two lampshades (sigh). And one of them can't go outside without a plastic bag and a sock (and two rubber bands and a fight to get them on) and the other isn't supposed to be straining her stitches.... well she's been upstairs about 8 times and I caught her today leaping up over the wall in the garden and back down again (aaargh! It must be about 4 feet from below). So clearly she's not feeling any ill-effects from her surgery! Not sure how pleased the vet will be when I take her in for her check tomorrow (about 6 hours after Murphy goes in for his re-dressing - I tell you I live at that place!) but what can you do? I'm doing my best.

And we also have another furry friend staying - Emily, it turns out, bought herself a house-rabbit and now doesn't know what to do with it as they're having viewings at the flat. So poor wee Jimmy (10 weeks old) now lives in a cage on a table in Emily's room. I live in mortal fear of his presence becoming known to any of the other 4-legged inhabitants of the house. I'm sure it can't be good for him, being left all by himself all day and night. So far we've remembered to feed him (well, Richard's remembered to remind me). Fingers crossed... (I'm told we'll only have him til Emily moves back to her mother's in February...)

Merry Christmas everyone!