Tiring Day
Alfie had a very tiring day yesterday so he’s asked me to write the diary. Mum made him do his little walk around the garden as she has been doing with him every day, but he really didn’t want to do that. He is quite difficult to move when he decides he’s not going anywhere.
Anyway, he had his physio visit in the afternoon and he absolutely loved his physiotherapist. Sadly, despite what Hendrix had told him, there was no squeezy cheese to enjoy but there were some gentle exercises and some massage and he really rather liked that. Mum has got to do his exercises and massage with him every day now and he says he’s very happy about that.
Fatty Lumps
The physiotherapist found a lump on his spine and said he needed to get that one checked by the vet. He was lucky as our vet had had a cancellation so he didn’t have to worry for long and went yesterday afternoon as well. The vet stuck a needle into the lump in two different places and was able to confirm it was just another fatty lump but just felt different because of where it was, so we were all relieved.
After all of that he just wanted to sleep for the evening. Mum had used his new rear end harness to help him on the ramp and it worked, so she was happy about that too.
Hare’s leg
When I went for a walk, Mum and I fell out just a little bit. There was this dead hare the other day and Mum had noted where it was so I couldn’t go near it. She always worries about exactly how these things have died and I know it’s all for my own good. Well, I know all that in theory. In practice when I found one of its legs I decided to eat it. Mum told me in no uncertain terms to drop it, but I refused. You have never seen her so cross as she held my mouth open and removed a part decomposed hare’s leg from my jaws. I can’t think why but she didn’t seem the least bit happy with me. She says we’re walking somewhere else for a while because she’s not doing that again tomorrow. She could have just let me eat it.
Have a great Wednesday
Love
Wilma