Sore Paw

Poor wee Breagha.

She's got a sore paw. It doesn't seem to stop her jumping about the place but whenever we try to have a good look at it she lets us know that she's not impressed.

If it's not OK in the morning then it's off to the V-E-T.

Not that she minds too much going there, but the most memorable was when she chewed up half a packet of ibuprofen. She was just a puppy at the time, so to be on the safe side we called up the vet. Of course it was a Sunday morning - and a very expensive trip!

Seeing as we were on the hook for a big bill we made sure we got our money's worth, and she got the medicine to make her sick. And sick she was - sick as, well, a dog.

She'll be looking forward to tomorrow.