Brave Girl

Big sighs of relief round here tonight. Megster has been relieved of her grass dart and now stands a chance of proper recovery. Dad had been worried - 9 days of salt water foot-baths and antibiotics, and she still had an obvious abcess. So tonight they were all off back to the vets. poor Meggie - she used to love the vet's, and ran happily to the door, nosing the door, keen to get inside and see her beloved John, our vet since Megs was a pup. Not any more!

Dad lifted Meg onto the table and a vet-nurse (not Dad's Finnish dog-wrangler this time!) grabbed her back end, while the vet muzzled her, and Dad held her chin up and leg extended. John poked, prodded, teased and squeezed, while brave Meggie shivvered - obviously upset, but not about to crack and show these humans any defeat - no growling, no yipping or crying and no trying to bite! Suddenly the abcess gave and the dart plipped out onto the examination table.

Everybody relaxed - even Megan immediately seemed to know it was all over, but she wasn't about to wag her tail till the muzzle was off, and she was back on the floor and walked back round to the friendly receptionist who gave her 4 (count them!) treats.

So now we hope Meg will be able to get quickly and cleanly better. As for me - extremely worried when Dad loaded up Meg and left me and the H behind in the house, and delighted when a few minutes later Mum came home, but I suppose I better tear up this formal complaint written in haste. We know they do all these horrible things to us for our own good really. Just doesn't always seem like that!

Get well soon, Meggie!

Deefer