I came out of the high dependency unit last night - glad not be have my sleep interrupted by P’s snoring next to me.
Life is getting back to normal day by day although they won't let me off my lead for long and keep telling me to slow down.
This I can't understand.
Even when I bring a stick and jump up and down they don't throw it - that's ALWAYS worked before.
I've shown them I've no problem with steps, even leaping into D's car with its high shelf so I wish they'd let me get on with things! They're so SLOW when I'm on the lead.
Anyway, rather than me lazing about, I've arranged for some action shots: First posed so the toy was strategically placed (well so P said) shot.
My mate Tyson (named after the boxer he is black and bit people's ears when he was a pup hence the name), the other lab in the family, came home today from his "holiday" with Judith. He's a "working" dog so doesn't possess my good looks and aristocratic breeding. He's was OK and sympathetic but not enough to let me have his share of the food.
We spoke with Chico's (3 legged Great Dane) family today and it turns out we live in the same village - D said she'd seen a GD on the Taff Trail never thought it would be the same one. M gave us reassurance and Chico was very similar to me so it was a help - thanks M.
Cheers for now
Life is getting back to normal day by day although they won't let me off my lead for long and keep telling me to slow down. 
