Doggo survives the night without being ill again and even without
pacing the floor all night long which means we actually get some sleep. In fact,
he seems to sleep like a log himself probably secure in the knowledge that we
would rescue him in his hour of need, should it occur. Although perhaps the
thought of another trim with the scissors focussed his mind and made him think
twice about being a pain.
I’m on bus and feeling a bit unexercised but I have a (not very) wild night out on the beer tonight, so needs must.Meanwhile I hope L’s evening at home doesn’t
involve the liberal use of disinfectant, like so many have recently.
(Wednesday 19th July)
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