Fortunately the drugs supplied by the NHS are working waaaaaaay better than the bum bag. It’s had a dicky zipper since I first acquired it, but with a bit of fiddling by my crafty hands it has always been restored to working order. However today it must somehow know it’s days are numbered (this being the second to last day of the last cycle of Doxorubicin) and it’s given up the ghost.
(And yes, yet again I am posting a picture that involves me in my jim jams)
I do have a daytime non NHS bag too, something I acquired in the 80s and never used, that I found in the built-in cupboard behind the wardrobe (nearly but not quite in Narnia)…
but this one isn’t really the bum bag equivalent of jim jams. If I got stuck with the buckle in my sleep I’d know about it so I may have to apply masking tape to keep the other one closed tonight. Gosh I hope we don’t get burgled I’d look a sight!
Mind you getting a good nights sleep will be a bonus. If dogs really do age seven years for each human one Bud is a love or rather lust struck teen. I mistakenly thought that his whining at the porch window last night was a complaint about not having had a walk yesterday. Today however when he was still grumbling after his second walk today the penny dropped – we had meet a neighbour and their dog in the wood opposite our house on Saturday and his dog had been in season.
So after the speech about the financial responsibility of bringing off spring into the world didn’t work I’ve spent half an hour trying to tire him out playing with the stuffed ‘cushion’ I made him for Christmas and he is now curled up in his basket surrounded by stuffing. I don’t even know how long female dogs are in season for and whether it is a sufficiently short enough period of time for me to be able to put up with Bud whining in the garden, whining at the garage door, whining at the porch door. He’s whining nearly as much as I did this afternoon when my left hand shut the door to his treat cupboard on my right thumb. Don’t worry it’s only a tad sore – the frozen peas, or more correctly petit pois, worked a treat and they went well with the lamb steaks we had for tea too.
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