First things first: I know some of my kind friends are anxious to hear the latest on my poorly paw and what happened at my appointment with the vet on Thursday evening.
Well my vet, whose name is Katrine, agreed with Gail (and me) that the horrid Apoquel tablets were not doing me any good at all, and so I have stopped taking them. Katrine is concerned that my sores are still seeping and apparently infected, despite three weeks on antibiotics. So eventually I allowed her to take a 'swab', which is being sent off to a lab for testing, and I may get a different antibiotic when the results come back. I do not have a high temperature - I will not go into how she found that out...
For the itchiness, apparently there is another medication I could try, but in fact my paws are not as itchy as they were and so we are "seeing how things go" this week.
Needless to say, the frequent paw washing continues.
Perhaps you will have figured out from nice view behind the sink that we are at the Torridon cottage for the weekend. Hooray!
It is true that I still do not feel like walking very far, so when we woke up this morning and saw the weather was, for mid-February in NW Scotland, quite spectacularly lovely and sunny, I suggested Gail go for a walk by herself, and maybe take some pictures to show me later. I know from experience that if Gail does not get her regular outdoor exercise, she can become grouchy alarmingly quickly. And as for myself, I envisaged a few hours happily curled in front of the wood-burning stove, dreaming of my forthcoming date with Nurse Addi....
So this is the photo Gail came back with.
It only took a momentary glance for me to realise that this would not do at all. Something important was missing! It is part of our unwritten contract that this blog supplies its readers with pictures of our stunning Scottish landscape, but also that these should where possible be enhanced by the presence of a certain handsome wire-haired fox terrier.
What to do? A dilemma indeed.
In the end I persuaded Gail to take me for an afternoon drive around Loch Torridon, stopping at various scenic spots so I could pose for photos which might meet the high standards my friends have come to expect, without me having to hobble too far.
I hope the results are to your liking.
Last but not least. A most generous spirited and thoughtful blogging friend took pity on me for having to wear the dreaded 'lampshade' and sent me this soft collar all the way from France Profonde. It is super comfy, and came ready decorated with a few furs which may possibly once have been attached to a much loved PON.
The collar is very chic, don't you think?
I am wondering, if I were to accessorize it with a black beret, then might someone reward me with a wee sliver of croissant...?