|before you ask No it's NOT Mabel|
This just HAS to be an example of Kismet...or probably it is just a case of bulldog obsession
Whatever it was!
at least I didn't have to syringe water into my patient's mouth every hour and literally carry them outside for a pee twice a shift.
Mabel , I am now sure, has turned the corner.
When I got home this morning she got up off her couch and ambled up for her usual "first fuss of the day"
Sure she was slower than usual
and sure, her breathing was still a little bit raspy
But the twinkle was back in her eye
and after six large gobfuls of roast chicken, the kitchen was filled with the musical normality of bulldog farts once again.
There was even more good news to celebrate here at Bwthyn-y-llan after I got home.
Sorrel, the heavy footed Buff has made it through the night without pancaking her last remaining chick into the floor of her run like a child fashioning pies out of plasticine! Mother and baby seem to be doing well.
The chick is my first baby of 2012Bet it's a f*cking cockerel!......