Agent of chaos

Feeling mild improvement, I ventured into the living room as I had to get some car based admin done. Job done I took a breather and thought maybe things are looking up. Then I heard the shouts from Eve and shuffled along to the kitchen to see the blood trails left by the whippet who had done a few laps up and down the corridor first before visiting every corner of the kitchen. Looks like her mad bed-digging had caused a cut on one of her rear paws. I held her while Eve bathed her and cleaned the wound and then Eve affixed a dressing. Once that was done I tidied up the old bed and the stuffing she’s ripped out of it, then rolled up the floor rugs, while Eve swabbed down all the wooden floors.

Needed a sit down after that exertion but there were immediately more shouts as the whippet had got something stuck down her throat and was choking, looked like this could be her final day for a while and a dramatic exit. But I held her again and Eve found the chunk of bread she’d obviously picked up from somewhere, it took quite a while and we woke Mrs S up unfortunately, who must have wondered what was going on seeing the whippet with a big bag on its paw being wrestled by the two of us. We got there in the end though and Eve dislodged the bread which the whippet ate rather than give up.

Here she is in recovery mode, hanging her head in shame.