A productive day -- cleaned the house, went to the doctor, walked the dog. Before all that, I printed off some information from the internet on the latest treatment for fibroids, to show the doctor. Bertie was making an odd noise, so I went to investigate. He was busy tearing chunks out of the sheepskin rug in the spare bedroom, where he sleeps. BAD dog! I remember reading somewhere that behaviour problems often don't emerge until the dog's been in your house for a month. It's been nearly two months -- I hope there are no more surprises...

He enjoyed his afternoon walk enormously. It's raining, which the rabbits seem to enjoy, and Bertie certainly prefers cool and wet weather to hot and dry. So anyway he was racing around in a hunting frenzy, finding lots of bunnies. He had a really good shot at one, and was just inches from its tail, running at full stretch, when he fell over. He was going so fast he rolled a few times. Rolled in something ghastly. I gave him a good rub-down when we got in, but I fear my newly cleaned house is right now getting grubby again. And possibly covered in bits of chewed-up sheepskin.

The visit to the doctor was good -- nice woman. She examined me, took notes from my printout and agreed to refer me to the gynaecologist once she's got the notes from my last doctor.