Poor Wilson

'I bit a bee
And a bee bit me
Oh, what a silly dog I be...Tra la etc.'

Wilson (the most handsome Bull Terrier in Trelystan) is feeling very sorry for himself. It seems, as revealed by an expensive visit to the vet, that he has been stung in the throat. Ouch!

Not that we were to know this of course when he came in this morning, alternately salivating, gulping and eating any bit of plant life within reach. We'll not mention the something very nasty on the very nice rug either.... Sick dog scenario here.

He's a bit vet phobic so any visit is traumatic. This visit involved a sedative to enable the vet to look into his throat as that seemed to be where the problem lay. It worked well - he conked out and he had to be dragged on a blanket to the consulting room - tail still wagging. A comic sight.

It was a relief to know the cause of his discomfort - poor thing. Not only had he been stung but had also gnawed at his own cheek while trying to rid himself of the cause of the pain. He's obviously still sore and doesn't understand why. Still very whoozy too - above, he's propped against a kitchen cupboard, when standing his legs are like jelly. Note that I've taken pity on a sick dog and allowed a dog blanket in front of the (cold) Aga. Also have fed him crushed ice on a saucer. Now I know I'm losing it.
Finally, chez nous this evening. Glam.Ass. reads the paper. Sick dog stands unsteadily. Pasta dries on an ad hoc arrangement of chair, kettle and window opening pole. Radio 4 rants in the background. Family life as we know it eh?.