"Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise men. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon."



('The Alchemist' Paulo Coelho)




Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Paddy's bug

On Monday, I woke up feeling most peculiar. I dragged myself out of bed but I felt so hot and shivery all at the same time. Jenny and Keith looked very worried and talked about taking me to see a 'vet', whatever that might be. I just hoped it wouldn't be a painful experience, as I felt as though I had gone 10 rounds with the mad German Shepherd across the road. I tell you, if a cat had come and sat inches from my nose, I wouldn't have taken any notice.
So we went to the vet, who turned out to be a very nice lady. She said I was a lovely dog and in very good condition. (Obviously a woman of taste!) She thought I must have picked up a 'bug', whatever that is, and she gave me two injections, which didn't hurt at all and by the end of the day, I was almost back to my usual self.
However, the vet had told Jenny to bring me back yesterday in case I needed more treatment, so she did. This time, I was feeling full of life, bounded up the steps into the waiting room and .....
there was a CAT!! It was hiding in a box but I knew it was there and, boy! was I dying to get at it. Needless to say, there was no chance and I was made to stay by the chair, but they couldn't stop me whining and scrabbling. Actually, I don't think the cat's owner liked me very much. She kept glaring at me and she seemed very relieved when it was her turn to go in to the vet.
We were there for about twenty minutes and it was a VERY stressful time for me because, at one point, I was surrounded by cats. Personally, I don't think they should be allowed in. They're only oversized squirrels really.
Anyway, even though I was really good for the vet and didn't move a muscle when she was looking at me and giving me another injection, Jenny wasn't very pleased with me.
And to make matters worse, on our way out we came face to face with another cat!
I heard Jenny explain to the owner that I don't like cats, (does anyone?)but I thought I'd have a go anyway. Before I knew it, I felt myself being dragged, very roughly for a recovering invalid, I thought, down the steps and bundled into the car.
No biscuits for being good today either, then. (Sigh!)



6 comments:

  1. Sounds like Paddy had a pretty woof time of it.

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  2. Paddy I hope that you're feeling better, and if you've been behaving yourself been given a biscuit or two! xx

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  3. Yes, but fully recovered now, YP.
    Flighty, with softy Keith around, he is always sure of being spoilt! :)

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  4. careful now jenny lest the mutt starts getting more hits than you

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  5. I once took my dog to a specialist opthalmologist in the next town. Not only was his waiting room cramped and crowded, but there was a loose cat. I went to reception and asked if they could do something about it, since it was driving my poor dog insane - he was highly anxious anyway - and they said no, the cat lived there! What kind of vet lets a loose cat wander around the waiting room stressing out his patients? We never went back, but asked to be referred somewhere else.

    I'm glad Paddy has recovered!

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  6. It's OK Arthur, I'll bask in his reflected glory. :)
    Jay, that must have been awful - for both of you.

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