This afternoon my friend Sofija came round. We were just sitting having coffee and a natter and Joy, wearing her big cone and her inflatable collar was on her downstairs bed right next to me. I was telling Sofija about the cut paw and all the visits to the vet and I glanced down at Joy and noticed that her back paw was in a strange position. Then I saw that it wasn't her paw at all, it was her bandage, NO LONGER ON HER PAW!

I mean, how had she managed that?

Anyway, straight back up the hill to the vet yet again. We're almost embarrassingly well known there now. Fortunately no harm done and she was due to have her dressing changed tomorrow , so now we won't need that appointment. We lifted her onto the table so the nurse could put the new bandage on and she just laid down and let her do it! The nurse said that she's always like that and is a lovely dog to look after. I couldn't help but feel proud of her, despite her sneaky weaky bandage removal trick. Really none of this is her fault and she just doesn't know what the bandage is for, as far as she's concerned it shouldn't be there and that's that. Sofija had brought her some left over steak so she had that mixed in with her Kibble. She seems happy with that!
