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!)