So, it’s Monday morning and I am off work for the week. 7-30 am and the dog is dragging me to take her for a walk. It’s a lovely morning so I oblige. I am awake now anyway so why not.
Normally I would take her to the shop to pick up the papers then come back via the sea front. Given the shop was shut and it was early I thought I would go to the cliffs first. What a mistake.
We get to the gate and it is a stunning view! I look around and it is deserted. Literally no one around. At this point I have the worst idea of my life. I decided to let Bella off her lead to run around.
I release the clip and she looks at me before bolting off in the other direction!
I sprint after her but she is off. I am praying she is running back to the caravan.
I see her bolt round a corner then all I hear is the screech of a car braking. At this point I fear the worst. I get to the car and the passenger winds down the window and says “that way”. Whilst gesticulating over her left shoulder.
I got back to the caravan and the little s!*t is sat at the gate. That would be one of her banked lives gone….
Then we get to the evening. We are sat chilling before we are going out for the evening. The dog attempts to jump on the sofa and the squeals in pain. The squeal goes on for what seems like hours. I grab the phone and call a local vet in Hornsea. Sam and I jump in the car and take her down.
To cut a long story short she has pulled a muscle in her foot. It could have been so much worse.
I just want to give a huge shout to Peel Vets in Hornsea. What lovely people. Whilst sat in the waiting room, both Sam and Bella where somewhat distressed. The other couple waiting were called through and immediately asked the vet if we could go first, citing the distressed state of both Sam and Bella. I don’t know who they were hut the have certainly restored my faith that there are some decent people in the world.
So, not the best of days for Bella but fortunately no big injury or long term issues.
Until next time…