Sick dog walking.

Hmmmm! I thought, she is right. " Well Tanya"  I said, "I guess I did hurt you, by driving a motorhome on top of you an all that, but doggy, you ain't daft when it comes down to knowing where I hurt."

I, of course, like Tanya, suffer great pain in my hip area, particularly the left hand pocket region where my credit card lives snuggled neatly in my wallet.  

Guess where we were as I was feeling this pain? 

'Yes you and Tanya are right?'  The vet's again, of course! And what was I being advised to do?

Organise some expensive moving floor doggy hydrotherapy to kick start Tanya's brain into four legged mode.

Tanya was healthy and her leg was healing well. But use all four legs ..... naaah! Why bother when you can manage perfectly well with three. Try as I might I did not seem to be able to persuade her to walk using her injured leg.

So. Out from the vet's we go and back into Sadie to ring round the Doggy Hydrotherapists recommended. As luck would have it 'Top Dog' in Andover had a free appointment that very afternoon.

 "OK, we are on our way." Says I.

A couple of days have passed since that first appointment with Sara and Maggie at Top Dog. I am, however; very pleased to announce Tanya's initial and reluctant Immersion into a large fish tank complete with warm water and moving floor has proved highly successful. Tanya is now starting to walk with all four legs and, I hope, another couple of sessions plus regular short walks should very quickly get her back to normal.

One of our short walks was from 'Wrays Hill' near to where we had been staying with my sister and family for a couple of days. As we drew in to the 'Wray Hill' car park there was this wonderful motorhome conversion of a vintage Bedford Green Goddess fire engine with modified caravan perched atop. I managed to chat to the couple who owned her and who were being hassled by the traffic cops for some infringement of the law somewhere. Mr owner did not seem overly hassled and intimated this was a common occurrence. 

" They all get bogged down in the end as no one, including DVLA can decide what vehicle this is."

Certainly his strategy of sitting with cup of tea high in the, difficult to access, living area while Mr Plod stood outside trying to fill in forms and having to shout up to him for information...... weeeelll .... put it this way...... as I left Mr Plod was looking none too happy with his lot!

I kept my eyes firmly averted as we drove slowly by. I did not want a frustrated and 'wound up' traffic cop turning his attention my way.