Ohhhh dear. Hubby is not amused. It’s kind of my fault and kind of B’s, but actually I’ll blame J the greyhound rescuer - J, if you’re reading - you’re a bad girl.

Let me explain..well, actually I won’t explain because I promised not to talk about dog poo any more, so I’ll skip the reason why and just tell you that B needed to go to the vet. Hubby had my car today because the exhaust has gone (sounds mighty fine actually - I feel like Michael Schumacher when I’m driving it) so I took B to the vet in the back of his car (you can see where this is going can’t you). Apart from a regrettable incident down the drive when a rabbit ran out in front of us and she jumped on to my lap to growl at it through my window, B was very appreciative of Hubby’s car - she went all the way there with her head stuck out the window, tongue flapping in the wind, smiling at all the other car drivers at the traffic lights and getting lots of admiring glances.

Well, the vet thought B was lovely. She was full of praise and reassured me that her poor little bald backside will grow furry once more, and she gave her an injection and checked her over. She also said that she needs her teeth doing, but that it can wait until she’s settled in a bit more as she’ll need a sedative. Coming out of the vet’s, we came face to face with a little Boston Terrier who reckoned herself a bit and growled ferociously at B. Happily, B rose above it and got her own back by stepping completely over the top of the little runt. That shut her up.

On the way back J called and we were having a lovely chat about the more bizarre aspects of greyhound ownership: the underwear stealing, the weird bark, the answering back and the blanket-attacking, then slowly but surely the conversation descended into one about poo and I was still laughing heartily (she’s a very funny lady) at one of her stories when we arrived back at the house.

Well I was enjoying our chat, as I always do, and B seemed quite happy in the back, so we carried on yabbering for quite a while. I did hop out to let the dog out of the car, but she was lying quite happily and didn’t seem to want to get out, so we finished off our chat and I headed inside.

Five minutes later and a furious Hubby discovered a rather large wet patch on the back seat of his Beamer. Oh dear. He’s out there now scrubbing away. I’ve just smiled sweetly at him through the window. Lucky I can’t lip read really.

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