Roooo, it’s Alfie right here behind the keyboard. Yesterday once I awoke the entire world appeared white and frosty, and I used to be tremendous excited to exit and play within the snow. So when my human acquired my lead out, I didn’t even thoughts sporting the mild chief (that’s the horrible crimson, anti-pull nostril collar I’m sporting within the photograph). As quickly as I stepped outdoors I realised I’d made a horrible, horrible mistake and I wanted I’d stayed indoors as an alternative.
The snow was moist and nasty – not chilly and crisp as I had hoped for. After which my human talked about the v-e-t phrase. The vet! It turned out we had been strolling all the best way to the vets within the moist, horrible climate. As you may think about I used to be not impressed.
The vet wasn’t as dangerous as I had feared by. She appeared on the tiny lumps on my leg and stated she wished to take away them earlier than they acquired any greater, as they’re on the thin a part of my leg the place there’s not a lot spare pores and skin for greater procedures in case the lumps develop large. So now I’m booked in for a small operation subsequent week. I hope Santa Paws convey me some good presents this yr, as a result of I’ll be celebrating Christmas sporting the cone of disgrace!