I have, once again, stressed out the owners. On Thursday I felt the need for some salad and went off for a wee graze on some grass. Unfortunately, one piece got stuck in my throat. I tried really hard to cough it up and out. Pam fed me chunks of bread and butter to see if we could shove it down my throat. No. Bits of chicken. No. Lots of water. No. My throat was getting sorer and I kept them awake Thursday and Friday night. Pam called the vet on Friday. The lovely Colin Lyons told us to wait until Monday and see if I could shift it myself. He said that would be better than me coming in to the surgery because he knew how much I loved going to the vet!! I didn't want that, look what happened last time I went to the vet. But nothing seemed to work. Then on Saturday I gave a really good "Hurumphh" and out it flew. Pam measured it and stuck it on a cupboard. 10 inches of very needle like grass. Felt so much better when it was out. Ewen gave me a wee drop ice cream for my throat. I know dogs are meant to be lactose intolerant but a bit every now and again!!?? Poor old Magnus was ill if he got dairy. Poor Big Guy. Anyway, we all slept like logs last night and I feel myself again.
Monday, 29 June 2020
Mirren 29th June
I have, once again, stressed out the owners. On Thursday I felt the need for some salad and went off for a wee graze on some grass. Unfortunately, one piece got stuck in my throat. I tried really hard to cough it up and out. Pam fed me chunks of bread and butter to see if we could shove it down my throat. No. Bits of chicken. No. Lots of water. No. My throat was getting sorer and I kept them awake Thursday and Friday night. Pam called the vet on Friday. The lovely Colin Lyons told us to wait until Monday and see if I could shift it myself. He said that would be better than me coming in to the surgery because he knew how much I loved going to the vet!! I didn't want that, look what happened last time I went to the vet. But nothing seemed to work. Then on Saturday I gave a really good "Hurumphh" and out it flew. Pam measured it and stuck it on a cupboard. 10 inches of very needle like grass. Felt so much better when it was out. Ewen gave me a wee drop ice cream for my throat. I know dogs are meant to be lactose intolerant but a bit every now and again!!?? Poor old Magnus was ill if he got dairy. Poor Big Guy. Anyway, we all slept like logs last night and I feel myself again.
I have, once again, stressed out the owners. On Thursday I felt the need for some salad and went off for a wee graze on some grass. Unfortunately, one piece got stuck in my throat. I tried really hard to cough it up and out. Pam fed me chunks of bread and butter to see if we could shove it down my throat. No. Bits of chicken. No. Lots of water. No. My throat was getting sorer and I kept them awake Thursday and Friday night. Pam called the vet on Friday. The lovely Colin Lyons told us to wait until Monday and see if I could shift it myself. He said that would be better than me coming in to the surgery because he knew how much I loved going to the vet!! I didn't want that, look what happened last time I went to the vet. But nothing seemed to work. Then on Saturday I gave a really good "Hurumphh" and out it flew. Pam measured it and stuck it on a cupboard. 10 inches of very needle like grass. Felt so much better when it was out. Ewen gave me a wee drop ice cream for my throat. I know dogs are meant to be lactose intolerant but a bit every now and again!!?? Poor old Magnus was ill if he got dairy. Poor Big Guy. Anyway, we all slept like logs last night and I feel myself again.
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