Poor old B, she’s still feeling rather delicate after last night’s excesses.
Seriously, though, the vet’s done a fantastic job and her awful, brown mouldy teeth are now white and shiny and her breath is..well..kind of vaguely doggy but not eye-wateringly evil like it was before. She even had a bit of breakfast this morning, but doesn’t feel up to a walk. Having been there myself, I’m full of sympathy so I’ve let her off walking duty today.
(Can I just point out that that’s my hair clip in the corner – just in case my Mum reads it and thinks the floor’s dirty! – unfortunately the wine carrier’s there because I’d just bought loads of wine – busted!)