I said recently that when Dora started
doing her daily doggy aerobics on the lawn again I´d know that all
was right with her world. No sooner said than done. On Sunday, just 4
days after her operation, to prove to me that she was feeling well
and happy she trotted purposefully towards the lawn as if she had an
urgent appointment and then threw herself down and started rolling
ecstatically among the daisies.
By this time her Santa trousers had
already been reduced to just half a leg after they´d started sliding
down spewing cotton wool at every step and gathering in folds around
her thigh. Herbert cut part of them off and hoped that the next ones
would remain intact.
Yesterday when he took her back to have
her bandage changed the vet was astonished by the fact that she was
already walking on all 4 legs. Herbert told him that she only uses 3
legs when she runs. The very thought of any dog actually running
5 days after such a serious op astonished him even more. When he
examined the wound on Dora´s knee he said he´d never known a dog to
heal so quickly and that she was quite remarkable. Well, that doesn´t
surprise us as we´ve always known that Dora was remarkable.
When
Herbert brought her home I was amused to see that her disreputable
looking Santa trousers had been replaced by something that looks very
like the Scottish Saltire.
After
another couple of aerobic sessions that pristine white will be dingy
grey but I won´t mind her abusing my national flag in such a good
cause. I´m just so relieved that she´s already back to her old
happy self.
