My abiding memory of today will be Hugo banging into the back of my legs with his cone. He's followed me everywhere, but he doesn't know how much the collar sticks out and so he misjudged the distance. Bang. Bang. Bang. Hugo, I said in mock exasperation, stay where you are! I'll be back in a second. But he wasn't taking any chances. Bang. He's made an unbelievably swift recovery, running up the lawn a few times, climbing the stairs, and desperate to have a proper walk. I've had to hold him back because the vets warned about straining and busting the stitches, causing a bleed. He's tolerated the collar too, always standing patiently as I force it over his beak and letting me tug it off past his ears several times a day. He's been even more affectionate than usual, so yesterday's ordeal must have really upset him. When I managed to escape him I cut back the rest of the hedge, the part inside the back garden. Goodness, but there's a lot of greenery to remove now. I reached up as high as I could, between me on tiptoes and the long blade getting to a height of about 7 feet. It makes the garden look much bigger, as if that was a desired aim! Tired after all the day's antics, including fielding several phone callers enquiring after Hugo's health, I finished the evening with a relaxing watch of Long Lost Family. One day I'll make sure I have enough tissues with me. As it is the collar of my shirt is soaked right through again, the corners sitting on my face just above my nose where they can catch the tears before they dribble into my neck. Oh, but it's good. As cathartic as a Greek tragedy and I don't have to leave my sofa.
Tomorrow is another empty day, so nothing too stressful for the patient. My next social engagement is a lunch party on Sunday, and I'm sure he'll be more than ready for that. He's handing around the food. I must clip his nails.
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