Stir Crazy

Lame she may be (and Dad is still mildly worried about this abcess not deflating under the antibiotics; a return visit to the vet and the Finnish wrangler may be called for), but Megan is going stir-crazy with not being allowed out for walks. Each day she sees Haggis and myself collared up, and then she gets distracted by Mum with some pretext, and when she looks round, we, and Dad have vanished.

Poor Meggie - she looks sooooo longingly at Dad when he grabs up the leads for we two. So tonight Dad relented, and let Meggie come along. We just went a short gently one to the Rec, where Dad knew Meg could amble about to the limits of her discomfort, where I could chase Haggis and plastic bottles about and work off some serious energy. Orange juice flavour today. there were no "Frijj" chocolate ones, but you can't have everything.

Well, we made it right up to the top of the Rec, and even had spare energy to chat to a white Staffie (who was also meant to be taking it carefully on a poorly knee) and, later, a young Alsatian from whom I stole a pretty blue ball. Alsatian didn't mind, but Dad made me give it back.

Come on Megster - get well soon

Deefer