This morning at 5 am
I was lying in bed contemplating my navel –
a sure sign I’m getting better.
I didn’t feel like I did when I took this photo
Early March - while I was still in Hospital.
So one of these faces suddenly popped up beside my bed
Looking up at me from the floor, envying the electric blacnket under my back.
I felt so recovered, I was able to bend over ,
scoop up the Red Dodgy Brother with one hand,
swing him up onto the bed
flip him on to his back,
and rest him against my bent knees.
a hot stinging, burning feeling
flashed across my chest.
OH GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MYSELF?
A deep breath, don’t panic, and suddenly
trickle, trickle, down my chest.
Poorly bred chihuahuas raised in horrendously cruel puppy farms
rescued by the RSPCA
May have weak bladders
and should not be flipped onto their backs
by idiots who should not be performing circus manoeuvers while recovering from broken backs!
A great way to make yourself get up at 5am
and head straight for the shower is to
flip a Dodgy up onto your bed.
Who knew Chihuahua pee was
and in Breaking news,
Bronson is getting better from the Vestibular Disease, which affected his head position and his balance.
Pretty good balance and motor skills to be able to lick a tiny cream pot clean.
(I know he should not be eating cream
but at 16 he’s not going to shorten his lifespan with cholesterol problems.)
Bronny’s head is almost back to straight
and he appears to be really recovering.
And that photo up in the header bar
is me in Antarctica last year.
(Sorry if it’s pretentious to show off holiday snaps)
Naturally I made friends with the locals.
best wishes to all,