March 5th, 2011


In which mah dawg grosses out the vet

The story starts with a sneezing dog. No big deal, it's summer and she likes sticking her nose in bushes full of pollen. I've been sneezing a lot too.

Fast forward a few weeks and it seems she's knocked her nose on the aluminium door frame* - a small amount of blood coming from one nostril and head shaking, fix it up so she can't do this any more, a couple of weeks it seems like it's healing.

* This is part of the obsessive cat-watching thing where she paces back and forth in front of the window whenever the cat appears. She cuts it very fine and sometimes she bangs her nose.

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Naturally, I spent some time last night reflecting on the fact that First is actually my oldest friend, having been with me for 12 years, and that 12 is quite old for a heading dog. I have decided that when the time comes I will take her back to Tinui, to the farm she was born on, and bury her there. It's only right.

But right now, you'd only know she's 12 cos I told you. ;-)