Well, you may remember that when we took Sam to be neutered, it turned out that he was missing an huevo. This had all sorts of implications and we were delighted when it appeared earlier this week. This wore off when at the same time (or was it connected?), Tinks came into season. Since then, he has been UNBEARABLE. So today we took him to the vet to get the other huevo removed. It wasn’t where it should be and the vet was a little concerned that it was a hernia, however Sam now is a little wobbly with a scar on his inner thigh, and minus his last ‘huevo’. The vet kindly asked if we would like it – we politely declined.
This last two or three days Sam has been serenading Tinkerbelle at the top of his voice at night. This has resulted in us getting absolutely no sleep. To really add salt into our wounds, having spent a night howling, Sam settles down to sleep for some of the day – so we keep marching him around the block to keep him awake, hoping he will go to sleep at night!
During these walks I have been exposed to frantic street washing. I come back feeling equally exhausted and inadequate. It does seem to me that most people I meet are very laid back about almost everything – except for dust and dirt. Yesterday I went out for a walk at 7 in the morning and found the street, which is empty for the vast majority of the day, teaming with people cleaning, brushing and dusting. It is very dusty this time of year, so this frenzied activity is combined with people watering the pavements and the roads – so it is a bit hazardous as you could get dusted or watered if you stay still for too long.
I feel that I should be out dusting our bit of pavement too, otherwise I will never truly fit in. I must ask Ian where the dusters are….