Well, that was a terrifying experience.
Against all advice from the weather people, I drove over to the vet’s yesterday at the height of the “storm” and it actually was quite frightening. There were actually a few leaves and twigs on the road surface and quite a bit of wet stuff falling on my windscreen. I unbelievably had to use the windscreen wipers. I am really lucky to have survived such a perilous journey.
Sadly I didn’t see any flying trampolines which apparently are a feature of Irish storms.
Incidentally, “Storm Agnes” was named after some long deceased Irish scientist who I had never heard of. It’s pretty nasty using actual people’s names for something that is supposed to terrify us?
The visit to the vet was routine enough. As I was signing in another customer attracted my attention and told me to watch where I was standing. Sure enough, Penny had managed to liberally sprinkle the floor with turds around my feet. “Shit!” says I. “Exactly” says the customer – obviously mistaking a statement of surprise with a statement of the obvious.
Penny’s toiletry nuances aside, it was a routine visit. A thorough examination and monthly injection. She has now been prescribed with an additional drug which of course adds significantly to the fortune I’m lashing out monthly. I gave her the new medication this morning. It’s in capsules.
Have you ever tried feeding a highly suspicious dog with capsules? It’s fucking tricky. Herself managed in the end by wrapping the capsule in a slice of toast. Now I have to make a slice of toast morning and evening. Bugger!
Today I am going to do nothing. I’n going to do it all day.