Showing posts with label Barry. Janice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barry. Janice. Show all posts

Monday, 2 June 2025

Gilbert the Good – Events

 

Gilbert the Good – Events



Susannah and Arthur have come to stay for a few days, which is nice, but Arthur keeps taking my toys. He can’t go anywhere without carrying something. It’s a cocker thing, apparently.  I don’t mind too much, but I wish he would bring them back when he’s taken them outside. We still like to play together, though not so much as when we were younger.   

                         It’s been quite busy round here lately. Jellioe had to go to the vet again on Wednesday. He was being a bit picky over his food and then, after he had eventually eaten it, he threw it up all over the sitting room – well, the bit of the room he was sitting in, anyway. He’s had an antibiotic injection, that lasts for two weeks, and he’s had to go back on the diet he used to have. He is much livelier now and on Saturday afternoon he captured a small mouse and brought it indoors to show everyone. The humans chased him out! He and Herschel sat and looked at it for a bit, then they got bored and walked away.

 

                                               Such a little mouse! 

When Roxy and I got home from our walk on Thursday, everyone asked me, ‘What’s wrong with your eye?’ Well, I didn’t know, but it felt sore, and it was watering.


  Janice bathed it and that helped a little, but I couldn’t open it properly, so Barry took me to see the vets. I was quite happy about that – I always get treats when I go there. Anyway, they put some dye in my eye to see if it was scratched, but it wasn’t. I’ve got some painkillers to have with my supper for a few days, and the humans have got to watch me to see that my eye doesn’t go bad or something. The humans keep saying, ‘Aww, poor Gilbert,’ so I carry on looking pathetic, in case they decide to cheer me up with a treat or two.

I sit by Janice’s feet quite a lot, and she often says, ‘Lovely boy’ to me, and then Barry answers with, ‘I know I’m a lovely boy.’ Do you think I should tell him that it’s me she means, not him, or would he be upset?

Barry has said that I can’t go out for a couple of days, which is a shame, but I suppose it’s sensible. My eye does feel better, but I’m still a bit winky.

 

TTFN

 

Gilbert