Sad dog, frustrated vet, Spring!

The trouble with vets is, ever since Nutmeg had to be muzzled to have his toenails cut, he's took against them! He wasn't too impressed by having a towel wrapped round his head either. It's just that he doesn't want anyone playing around with his toes thank you very much and I'm awfully sorry but if you keep doing that I really will have to.. ouch.. no.. stop it.. snap!
It was even worse when he had to have stuff squirted up his nose for kennel cough!
Now he's convinced that as soon as he goes into that room with the table, he's going to be tied up in towels and muzzles and sat on by large numbers of increasingly agitated people while terrible noises happen to his toenails and evil stuff gets squirted up his nose. Topped off with a painful injection and lots of bad dreams.
So, after a bit of time spent inside the waiting room trying to wee against a particularly dilapidated and worn looking poster, preventing the weeing with stern admonitions or dashing outside in a slither of (long) toenails only to find that we didn't want to wee any more, we got our call.
Dog slithered into the surgery on his backside and then hid under the chair. When the vet tried to check his heart, he rolled over on the wrong side and tucked all his paws underneath him, buried his nose amongst them and looked up with one bleary, apologetic eye.
Vet, having read his notes, decided that taking his temperature was not an option and I don't think she got a really good feel at his tummy either. So we came away with an all-purpose antibiotic and a sample bottle for urine (don't try and take the sample using this, she said as we left..er...no, thanks, I won't!).

As if dog trouble wasn't enough, I have a tooth problem. After my filling and cleaning and polishing last week, some of the, presumably, healthy ones felt a bit, sort of squeezed. Not nice but not painful. Only they seem to be getting more, not less uncomfortable and today I bit some scotch egg and thought Ow! Oh dear!
Dentist and dog wee sampling tomorrow morning then. That'll make for an unusual start to the day.

I've been waiting for the first green of spring to start brightening in the hedgerows but it just hasn't happened yet, here. I wanted it to start this week because of the following scrap I remembered from somewhere.


The March beast howls the sky at night
but below, by day
the fallow land is greening.


Well it isn't so I borrowed from last spring!