Monday morning and Jake, who had seemed under the weather since the previous evening, showed himself to be definitely on the ill side. In the early morning he had been sick and was doing the sick doggie things like licking his lips, panting and generally flopping about like a rag doll.
So once again, the help of health professionals needed to be sought and the experience was a little different to Sunday's.
8.30am a phone call to the vet's, answered immediately, produced an appointment to see the vet at 9.10am.
9.08am Jake and I are sitting in the comfortable, spacious waiting room, having been 'checked in' as soon as we arrived. There are three receptionist/clerical staff visible at the desk, all gainfully employed.
9.11am we are ushered into an air-conditioned consulting room by a very nice vet, who proceeds to examine Jake and listen to my account of what has happened so far.
Jake is given an anti-biotic injection and we are asked to wait in the waiting room while the vet prepares the rest of his treatment.
By 9.40am we have his medication, full instructions on how to administer it, have paid the bill and are on our way home.
I know we have the reputation of being a nation of animal lovers but I sometimes wonder if we have the balance quite right!