The most amazing thing happened yesterday. I responded to a large kafuffle, to find my four-legged one year old friend in a major spasm being fried on a live 240v feed she had chewed through. I ran and shut down the mains supply. I returned to a still lifeless not breathing dog. In helplessness, I started thinking “well this sucks, it’s just like last Christmas”
All of a sudden she did an amazing death roll spasm and started breathing again, she started growling and snapping at the air. I bolted to the cover of a closed, locked door.
I watched out the window as she got to her feet, than sat there for two hours looking around bewildered as if to say “ what the F__k was that”
I look at her this morning in amazement. I am not sure what to call her now. Somehow "Digger" or "Chewer", just doesn't seem to sum her up anymore.
Merry Christmas,
Mick.