Grounded

Thursday December 27 

Well, Christmas seems to have gone ahead without me. And only a pork-flavoured chew to mark the big day.

As if to add insult to injury, Mum and Dad took me to the vet's to see about my leg. I took rather a shine to Georgie, the vet who usually covers the Castle Bromwich branch, even though she refused to give me any more meds because she said I was at my limit.

They are all hoping I've sprained something or pulled a muscle but Mum's paranoid I've damaged my cruciate ligament.

So I've got to return in a week's time. But in the meantime, I have to rest and can't go for any walks. Doctor's orders. You can go off people very quickly...