Poor Joe has been quite unwell for quite a few days. First off he hurt his tummy, either jumping over something and scratching himself or getting a fur knot stuck and pulling a lump of his fur clean out. Either way he was sore and very bad-tempered about it, constantly licking, crying and whimpering like a baby and snapping and snarling at me when I tried to look at it.
Then he started been sick, and was very miserable all over again. We think he had become allergic to his food. But once he was back on his old food, a couple of doses of magic medicine and bread instead of dog biscuits he soon perked up. But still refuses to eat his biscuits! Maybe it was a sign that his allergies were building up when he started licking his tummy into knots again and he has been a bit slower than usual and rather drowsy. But whatever upset him crept up very slowly and we didn't notice until he started been sick and sorry.
Now recovered, he is full of fun and looking for trouble. He has been pestering me for a walk now that the day has become cooler so we have just come back from the playing fields. He crept up on a bird the other day and so nearly caught it. He put a paw on it's back rather than grab it in his mouth and the poor thing got away. He's better.
Selina and Pete have had a few days off so they came over....
...getting to grips with my I-Pad....
.....and trying on a couple of wedding dresses, she decided that this one would need just too much work to restyle it to fit her well. Those sleeves would need to come off, and be replaced with straps and the bodice needed sorting out too.
Monday saw us take ride to Ironbridge and a river cruise. It was such a hot day, we left Joe at home it was far to hot to take him anywhere.
Tuesday, Darsh was up early to fetch Sara from the airport, she flew in for a couple of interviews, in London, but because of the Olympics she had to fly to Birmingham and take a train to London and back. Fingers crossed she gets a London job.
After we dropped Sara in town at Snow Hill station we went to see about suit hire for the men in our little wedding party. They both looked so smart in tail jackets and cravats, but why on earth did Darsh feel he had to turn up in his gardening trousers and wearing the scruffiest trainers he uses to cut the lawn in????
We had lunch at Jamie's, sat out on the balcony on the shady side....we could write a whole blog about food, using pictures of one or the other of us sat reading the menu and grinning.....
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