Do you remember what I loved yesterday? Dogs playing madly? The kind where they leap and bite and snap and snarl and wildly wag the tails the entire time they are doing it.
Well, yesterday afternoon I didn't love it so much. Some hour or so after they finished I noticed my poor old black dog was suffering from a nasty case of P.P.S. (aka Puppy Sharps Syndrome). Whether it was her teeth or those unworn claws I don't know but poor old black is all squinty and puffy-eyed so is off to the vet this afternoon.
Fingers crossed it doesn't end up like last time.