The visit to the vet today was free, gratis! No treatment required. There was no bandage on Bertie's wound, I'd given up even trying. It's healing up ok, but Fiona (the vet) said to keep the bucket on his head to stop him from licking at it.

I can't! I just can't. It's too awful. He'll have to take his chances. Sure, I'll feel bad when he has his leg amputated and has to use a little trolley to get around, but it's easier in the short term.

After the vet we went to Pets At Home, shopping for treat biscuits. Then on to visit Anthea, who has just acquired a digital camera.


Bertie shows Anthea something interesting in the garden

I want one. A camera I mean, not a dog.

We all went to the Braid Hills for a walk. Lots and lots and lots of dogs there, all breeds, sizes, shapes.

Anthea took some pictures with her instant gratification machine, I mean digital camera.


I actually need a digital camera.

Now we're home, sheltering from the fireworks. I thought it was all over last weekend, but someone's letting off rockets just up the road. Bertie's really agitated this time, because we went for a walk earlier and the rockets started just as we were coming home. He broke into a run, dashed through the gate and up the path and banged his feet on the door, desperate to get in. First time he's done that. Since then he's been pacing around crying, won't settle at all.