Playtime

AKA "It's *my* ball and I'll drop it and allow you to throw when I'm good and ready!"

Stella knew she could get away with murder this afternoon after giving me a fright taking a tumble on Mum's stairs again. Panic didn't set in until I went to get something out of a cupboard and she didn't come sniffing after me (it's the cupboard her biscuits are in.) She couldn't get up for a good few minutes but when I was on the verge of asking Dad to lift her into my car & bring her to the vets with me she miraculously found her feet. Such a relief. I suppose dogs get shock and that could have rendered her motionless for a while?

But, in good news, my feet have been less wobbly today and we managed walkies to the shops. Spotted a butterfly teatowel in the charity shop and at 49p it was soon coming with me! :)

On the subject of wobbly feet I wrote yesterday's blog about Balance Awareness Week.