Well it's my blog now as ‘P’ (Peter) has got writer's cramp.
Today he let me off the lead on grass & I went haring off - can't manage the old turn of speed yet, but it will come.
Found a stick, stood in front of him wagging my tail but he didn't throw it. All he wanted to do was tell me to slow down and take it easy ... I can't understand him sometimes.
The wizz around was good but not long enough. There was a little crowd gathered and everyone seemed amazed at what I was doing.
Nobody gave me any biscuits so it couldn't have been that good.
Then he took me in the car to the same place (vet) he took me Monday ... this time for a "check up".
I got inside and thought "Last time I came here I came in with 4 legs and went out with three" so, as I couldn't afford to lose another I was rather reluctant to go in.
When I was in I saw the chap who nicked my leg but he gave me a couple of biscuits so he's OK again.
Like everyone else, he was amazed and very pleased with me.
I hope they don't re-christen me Robin (Reliant*) but P(eter) & D(aphne) seem a lot happier and I hope you are too.
Thanks to everyone who has passed on good wishes.
Extra special thanks to Zoe and all the carers!
Please don't let them chuck me out of fourpaws even though with only three, technically I don't qualify any more.
Jackson
* Robin Reliant = three wheeled car, ca 1970's
