Lesia is under the weather. Since I was working last night, I spent yesterday morning gardening at Dad’s, and the dogs joined me. We always go to Dad’s when I am working at night, and in return for some pruning, weeding or mowing I get a full fried breakfast, or in my case brunch, since it is served after 11am. The dogs were playing at the back while I pruned at the front, and when Lesia was clearly stiff afterwards I assumed that, after an early morning walk involving running through flood water and chasing pheasants, followed by a vigorous play session with Tia in Dad’s garden, she had just been a bit over-active for her age. She didn’t want to move last night, and so today I took her to the vet, leaving her there for an x-ray. Her knee is badly swollen, with inflamed soft tissue damage, the equivalent of a badly sprained ankle. And so she now has a week without walks, has prescribed painkillers and anti-inflammatories, and its back to the vet after a week to assess recovery.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
