Home again

The vet rang this morning to say Archie had had a peaceful night. He'd eaten a little and was looking perkier, but they wanted to keep him in till this afternoon to check on him.

When I rang at 3pm, the phone line was crackly, as it was in the morning, I heard the vet say, 'It's not good...' just before we were cut off.

OMG!

I was just about in tears as I rang back. Turned out he was fine - she was talking about the crackling phone line being 'not good'! Phew.

He's home, slightly dishevelled, but has eaten his food and his medicine. He ran straight away to get his toy, and played tug-of-war till Anne popped in to see him. Well - he was overjoyed. He's to take it easy over the weekend. So no charging about in the Hermitage of Braid with Elizabeth tomorrow, I'm afraid. He goes back on Monday for a check up. The vet didn't know what caused it, but it was nothing major, like pancreatitis (which is common in schnauzers).

We popped down to a local restaurant for lunch, and as it's dog friendly, Rufus and his mum came too. Super lunch and convivial company. The young lady serving us even changed the soundtrack for me to a very lovely classical album, instead of pop music. Everything was perfect.

We're all home now and all is well with our world. My neck is a lot better - thanks for all the good wishes and kind thoughts.

And I haven't seen/heard Donald Trump today.