Big Basset has been in the wars again.  There is no doubt he is a constant worry.  Once again he’s over done his hooning and been off walks for two weeks now.  And just as we were thinking we’d be back to normal he’s managed to get a dodgy eye again.  This time it’s his left eye and it doesn’t seem quite as bad as last time but nevertheless he’s been in a great deal of discomfort and given both the vet and I another scare.

Darn dog, he’s nothing but a worry to me.  Little basset isn’t in much better shape with a skin irritation which makes him look like he’s got sunburn on his underside.  Pesky dogs are a money pit at the vets.  Now I know why the insurers put them into the high risk category.

Aside from their seemingly constant attention with the vet, they continue to be my home grown clowns who have kept me company during the long hours in my office recently.  They don’t ask for much from me and get excited the moment I get up off the chair, even if it’s just to make a cup of tea.  They live in the vain hope that when I reach into the fridge for the milk I might on the off chance bring a treat out for them.  I do love their optimism!