Chipping the bitch
I brought Penny down to see Doc on Tuesday.
“Ah! There y’are GD!” says he, “Are ye poorly?”
“I’m grand”, I replied. “It’s Penny I want you to have a look at.”
“What d’ya take me for? A vet?”
I quietly pointed out that he was indeed trained as a vet and that the faded certificates on the wall proved it. Unless they were forgeries which is quite possible. I reminded him that treating people was supposed to be just a side-line. He apologised.
He gave her a thorough examination and seemed very pleased with the results. Penny didn’t even bite him, though I could see she was tempted.
“Nice Lurcher” was his summary. “Did ya think of racing her?”
I said that the thought had crossed my mind but I wasn’t really into that kind of thing.
“So what’s wrong with her?” he asked.
“Nothing”. I told him that I just wanted her micro-chipped in case any Knackers took it into their heads to rob her.
He went and gathered together his paraphernalia and inserted a micro-chip in her neck. She is now probably permanently marked as a Hereford Bull but at least the chip is there.
“Did ya ever think of getting Herself chipped” he asked when he was finished.
“Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Well.. You know she has a habit of wandering? If she wandered too far and she was chipped they would be able to see where she came from and send her back to ya?”
I raised an eyebrow at him and said nothing.
“Yeah. Maybe you’re right. Best let nature take it’s course.”
… and the MF Award, for Best Blog Post Title of the Day, goes to … *drum roll* … yer cantankerous auld self 😉
Hah! Thanks Max.
Have ye got them eating out of the same bowl yet GD?
No, but it’s not a bad idea. It might cut down on washing dishes the odd time.