h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

This entry is for me and my daughter, so don't feel oblidged to reply.

Wednesday, whilst shopping at Tesco's number 2 rang me, Sam Dog had hurt himself, could I come over ?

When I got there she explained that the Rottweiller her neighbour owns had run at the fence, and Sam Dog had 'flipped over' trying to get away, and now he couldn't move his back legs.

Well, we emptied the car and took him to the vet. She examined him, and said he didn't seem to have broken anything, and he obviously had some feeling in his legs still, because he was trying to push himself up. The decision was made that we'd try a pain killing injection, and give him 24 hours.

Sam Dog lives with number 2 and her fiancee, he was originally a birthday present for her 11th birthday. I took them all home and came to work.

This evening she said he had just lay on the floor all day, though his tail wagged and he staggered to his feet when I came in. It was obvious he still could move properly though, and he fell to the ground.

We took him back to the vets, and saw a different woman. She said that she thought he had probably popped a disk out in his spine, and it was causing a partial loss of feeling to his rear end. She then talked about treatment options.

Sam Dog belonged to No 2 and it was her decision. She bravely decided that she couldn't bear to see him suffer anymore, and so the vet prepared the injection.

The four of us were all there while it was done. Mrs D., Number 2, her fiancee, and me.

He was a daft, smelly, Labrador cross who used to eat every disgusting thing he came across. He wormed his way into our hearts with his kind and gentle nature, his tolerance of our strange rules, and his obvious love for us. He adored the water, and I suspect I'll think of him every time I walk past the duck pond where he used to swim backwards and forwards picking up anything we threw for him.

So I've updated my PS to remove the dog from the pets list, and I'm sitting here typing this with tears running down my face.

Good night Sam Dog.

A piano could mysteriously fall out of the sky onto that Rottweiler, if it were so desired...

That always seems to be the end of the story with dogs. I swear I'll never have another. Condolences.

I swear we'll never have another every time.


So we're driving to Cornwall to pick up a Springer/Border cross first week in June.

Who we now have back at home. Drove down on Thursday and came back with him and his brother on Friday.

Cute as all being, and were sick in the car before we'd gone 10 miles.

And how about the dogs ?

It was the cute reference wasn't it ? You thought the post was about me.

- what a lovely story. Hope your new s grow into great pets. What are you going to call them? (Presumably not Retch and Vomit)

Good names,,,, Good names...... However No2 let her fiancee choose, we thus have the cutest little puppy caled.........Wolfie ! He claims that its after his musical hero.

No1 son chose the name for his - Max. Which is strange really, because when I was his age I had a puppy - called Max.

Wolfie will always make me think of Citizen Smith...

Power to The People !

Freedom For Tooting !

But not, as the policeman said, if its after 2300 or before 0700!

UG

HI UG -

Good to hear from you. Hope you're well and behaving yourself.

Well, one out of two isn't bad!

UG