A tale of two Sillies

The dogs' injections were due, so we duly took them to our local vets. It is a branch surgery and seems to employ a different foreign vet each time we go. This one was a petite dark-haired Polish woman whose English was heavily accented. She came to me first as I held Bronte while Ann sat with Byron, and proceeded to give Bronte a thorough medical check before giving the injection, which didn't worry Bronte at all. She then tried to give the nose drops for kennel-cough. Last year, Bronte squirmed so much that the first batch ended up in the fur of her nose, so this year I held her head tightly between my knees and my hands and between us we succeeded.

Ann and I then swapped dogs so I could do the same with Byron. Somehow, the vet didn't notice we'd swapped, so put her stethoscope in and turned to listen to Bronte's heart and chest. She continued to palpate her abdomen and check her teeth still with the stethoscope in, so couldn't hear Ann and I repeating, "that's Bronte - you've already examined her!". Finally, the vet advanced on poor Bronte to stick the rectal thermometer up for a second time! Luckily, she removed the earpieces in time and heard our pleas to leave the poor dog be, or Bronte might have got two lots of injections and nose drops.

We seemed to have acquired a large collection of bottles in the box by the back gate. I'm sure we could never have drunk so much wine between the two of us, so perhaps they were left from our last wine and cheese party. Be that as it may, we were going to Sainsbury's so I put the box in the back of the car with the dogs to take to the bottle bank. It was heavy with the many jammed-in bottles, and half full of water from the recent rainstorms. Unfortunately, at the first roundabout I was distracted by stray thoughts and touched the accelerator too hard to take a gap in the traffic. I knew the box had tipped over when there was an almighty clatter of glass, so stopped at the first chance to clear it up. Luckily none had broken, but bottles were rolling between the dogs' legs and the smelly water had soaked into the dogs' blankets which were saturated. We put the bottles back in their box and cleared up the mess as best we could. The dogs looked most disgruntled, but nothing much seems to surprise them these days.