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Location: Ireland
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The two woozy patients are back now and settled after their ordeal.
I called in at 6pm and Declan was sitting up in the kennel, looking at me a bit unfocussed, but after an experimental growl realised it was me and moved his tail slightly. Then without warning - he was peeing, still sitting down! A long arc of the yellow stuff was neatly directed between his front legs, through the kennel bars and onto the floor where it gathered in a growing pool by my feet. The vet was astonished. I was gobsmacked and wished I had my camera with me - the video one!
Declan took no notice and eventually we released him, then once outside he decided to squat - he is still too young to lift his leg - five minutes later he was still at it and drawing a crowd of disbelieving spectators. "Will I bring you a magazine Declan?" I called out, to the great amusement of the assembled watchers. One very empty Declan then climbed thankfully into the car.
Polly was a different matter and was clearly still on another planet. Unwilling to get up from a prone position, her eyes flickered wildly from side to side, something I had never seen before. The vet said, maybe leave her for an hour, come back at 7 when we close and pick her up then. I departed as she started howling like a banshee, poor baby.
7 o'clock arrived and I was back. Polly's eyes were more normal including the glint of "I'll-get-you-for-this" that signifies some kind of revenge in the not too distant future. The vets were having a cuppa and Brendan put the kettle on and I sat chatting with them, drinking tea and munching biscuits while Polly plotted under the table. Not even a Biscrock knocked her mind off course. Suddenly, she got up, crouched, and amid shrieks of "oh no, get her out" she left a steaming present on the floor. I whisked her out and she finished the job on the grass, or so I thought. Snatching up the post operation sheet of instructions I grabbed by handbag and took my leave, rapidly.
Halfway home, and an aroma hit the air. Sure enough, Polly had left another steaming pile in the back of the car and I could swear she was smiling, if I hadn't been busy swearing at HER.
I now realise I didn't pay the bill so I will have to go back tomorrow. I imagine it will suddenly have gone up
Their ears, however, are absolutely sparkling. Perhaps they will listen to me properly now
Gill