Okay, well if we can't touch him, you can't get a muzzle on him, and he won't let anyone into the room then we'll have to sedate him. We'll mix a load of drugs with cat food and stick it through the door.
"He'll no eat that"
Why not?
"He's a dog."
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A resurrected blog of veterinary derring do, it will no doubt fill up with whatever junk falls out of my head, some pictures, some stories and hopefully few opinions.
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About Me
- Heather
- Scotland, United Kingdom
- If I can get to bed each night and put my head on the pillow knowing I've done my best that day, however poor that may be, that's good enough for me.
Pushkar at Sunset
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