Gilbert the Good – free at last!

 

Gilbert the Good – free at last!

Free at last,

Free at last,

Thank the vets

I’m free at last.

I went see my friends the vets again this week. They said it was so they could check my tummy to make sure it was all properly healed. I think they just wanted an excuse to see me again.

Anyway, I don’t have to wear my puppygro any more – oh, the relief! Now, when I want to go out I don’t have to stand and wait to be released from my suit and then be snapped back into it when I come back in. Better yet, I can play and run and race and jump to my heart’s content.

On our way out of the vets’ surgery, Barry said he didn’t have any more biscuits in his pocket. I don’t know why he said that but immediately, I took him to the desk where the pet treats are kept and everybody was amazed and said what a clever boy I was. Not that clever, really, we dogs have an excellent sense of smell and extremely good memories. That’s particularly true of Labradors.

I’m a happy boy.

TTFN

Gilbert

Gilbert the good – update

 

Gilbert the Good – update

Well, good morning my faithful readers. I said I’d let you know what happened at the vets. I went back to see them on Monday and I know they really, really like me ‘cos they wanted to see me again yesterday. They said that although I was heeling healing really well they wanted me to carry on wearing the puppygro for another week. Then they would see me again and after that I could go out on a lead. I ask you, where’s the fun in that?  So I’m a bit fed up. The good news is that I won’t have my stitches taken out. They will dissolve because they’re magic!

Janice has hauled the puppygro off me again, twice. She washed it yesterday but then it got wet this morning when I went out. There are lots of puddles in the garden and I think it came untucked and dragged in one of them . . . or else I peed on it . . . so she heaved it off me. She said it might smell, otherwise.  I thought that wouldn’t matter too much – it would only smell of me and that’s alright in my book, Honestly, the woman’s got a positive fetish about washing things as you can read here.

The humans have got to ‘keep an eye’ on Roxy’s lumps. I wonder how they’re going to do that? Whose eye will they use? We all need all our eyes and anyway how would they make it stay in place? It sounds daft to me but I’m only a dog, so what do I know?

Did I tell you that Roxy’s got kennel cough? I don’t know where she found it as she only sees me and Arthur and Lottie. It’s not very bad and the vets have dealt with it. Roxy told me she had something sprayed up her nose – no wonder she’s coughing.

Jellicoe’s coughing too, but Janice thinks it might be ‘reverse sneezing’. That cat can’t do anything the simple way.

TTFN

Gilbert