Hamish went to the vet yesterday for his ‘operation’. The vet was just about to start when he informed us that Hamish only had one huevo – egg. We were a little concerned as we thought the vet said that the solution was to turn him into a female. The look on our faces must have similar to when we were at the garage and the man measured the fanbelt with a bit of string and we thought that he was going to repair the fanbelt with a scrubby piece of string.
Anyway as we stood there with our mouths agog, and horrible visions of Hamish with breast implants and a blond wig and opted just to have the visible one chopped off. It wasn’t until we got home we realized he was saying that the operation to remove the hidden one was the same as the operation to neuter females, and he wasn’t going to turn Hamish in to a lady after all. We were glad that the vet didn’t speak English as he thinks we are strange enough already.
On the plus side, Ian pointed out that it was probably in our favour the fact that we didn’t faint during Hamish’s op. We take the part of the vet nurse and this entails being closer than we’d like to the gory bits. When I was in hospital I got quite used to needles pumping things in and taking things out, and watching my heart beating live was pretty gruesome. For a couple of months afterwards I remained quite blase about these things, however this has worn off now, and I am as wussy as I ever was when it comes to needles and things being chopped off. Ian was worried that I was going to collapse on the floor of the vets confirming the vet’s thoughts. Anyway I found that keeping my eyes on the ceiling helped.
Hamish was wobbily when he got home so he went down with Ian to his office away from the other animals. I was in the kitchen and turned round and nearly tripped over Hamish. I was about to march down and ask Ian exactly how difficult it is to look after a poorly dog, when Ian came into the kitchen asking if I had seen Hamish. It transpires that our clever little pup has worked out he can climb over the iron railing gate too.
We went for a walk yesterday. One of our new favorite walks, it was lovely although we suprisingly got lost which was strange as we just had to go ‘left’ ‘left’ and ‘left’. We were picking mushrooms and not keeping an eye on where we were going. Our pockets were full of what we hope are mushrooms, but needless to say we’ve been too scared to try them. We picked at least 4 different types. We did leave the small puffy ones with the vivid green inside – although it will probably transpire that these were the edible ones.