Some years back Queen Elizabeth said she had had an annus horribilus.
Or something that sounded like that.
What do you call three horrible months?
In three short months:
I moved from a bit of paradise to a converted SINGLE garage.
I left all my family behind (ok..maybe that isn’t such a bad thing)
I lost Tom.
I lost Wendy.
I lost my sense of humour(temporarily…I hope)
I have a cracked windscreen which is going to cost a fortune to replace.
I had a major fallout with my mother.
And, last night Jasmine got a bone stuck in her mouth.
Ok…I hear all you dog owners out there.
Never give your dog bones.
I have been told this over and over.
In nine years this is the first time this has happened.
It will also be the last time.
Cost me an arm and a leg to get her sorted out.
We had to take her to the emergency animal hospital.
R750-00 before they even looked at her.
On the upside…what a nice vet.
Wait…I take that back…I will tell you why just now.
Jasmine was very good until he lifted her up onto the table.
She then gave a little growl.
Well, she would.
She thought he was taking a liberty with her.
So he put a plastic muzzle on her.
Which she REALLY objected to.
But I would have too.
And he gave her an injection to knock her out.
Which was quite amusing.
Then he opened her mouth.
And popped the bone out.
It was on the roof of her mouth.
Jammed between the two rows of teeth.
He could have told me to look there when I phoned him.
It would have saved him coming out.
And I would still have all my limbs.
Anyway, while she was still out I asked him to give her all her shots.
Which he did.
And he drastically reduced my bill.
I think, because I made him laugh.
Then he gave her another shot to wake her up.
Which took a bit of time.
Finally, he lifted her off the table and we both wobbled out to the car.
Jasmine because she was still dopey.
Me, because I had just forked out over a thousand rand.
I went home and had a glass of wine.
The vet probably went home and planned his next holiday.