Louis Gielgud, dahling
My patient is somewhat improved this morning. Well, he’s improved in that he’s stopped limping but should be a member of RADA with the fantastic acting skills he has. He still shakes pathetically when he’s trying to get comfy in his bed or when we’re wrapping clingfilm round it before we take him out for a ‘comfort break’. And worse, he actually laid on his bed last night with his paw across his face as if to say ‘oh the misery…the torment’. Very John Gielgud. Hubby is disgusted that Louis is being such a baby (but still lavishes huge cuddles and back scratching sessions on him and spends ages making sure that his dressing stays dry). The cling film was useless and after several false starts we’ve settled on a freezer bag held around the paw with insulating tape, just during walks obviously. Louis is not best pleased with this and flaps his paw and tries to bite it when he’s walking which makes him stagger about. Honestly, it’s like walking a drunk on a lead. I’ll be glad when the five days is up.
He’s also sussed, pretty cleverly, that he gets lots of sympathy off the boys and sighs loudly, flopping his chin down on his bed and looking pleadingly at them so they come and cuddle him and give him cheese. Suckers.
In other news, (and talking of acting) #1′s play practice is proceeding well. They certainly take this business seriously – he’s been rehearsing until 7.30pm every night this week, has been for his second ‘wardrobe fitting’ and has been lugging around a script the size of War and Peace. I swear I know the words of every song in Bugsy Malone, and found myself singing ‘My Name is Tallulah…’ whilst cleaning the toilet this morning in my pyjamas. Glad no one was watching. I also heard #2 singing ‘So You Wanna Be a Boxer’ in the loo the other day – no wonder Louis is terrified of the bathroom…
