Poor old Jakey turned inside out from both ends last week. Poor wee soul. Actually we’d done quite well (quoth the vet) – it’s been 18 months since his last bad bout of gastroenteritis. Then it hit with a vengeance. Probable cause: lapping from a still puddle in Selkirk. It’s quite put me off my Gregg’s steak bakes.
Very rapid improvement with a) the vet’s jag-in-the-bum b) canine Imodium equivalent and c) a course of antibiotics. Jakey’s back to rights! It’s a happy day when poo looks like poo.
Very rapid improvement with a) the vet’s jag-in-the-bum b) canine Imodium equivalent and c) a course of antibiotics. Jakey’s back to rights! It’s a happy day when poo looks like poo.
Labels: Health
Someone call the SSPCA. There's a dog in Edinburgh being woken up when it's still dark outside to go for walks in the cold and wet. Look how he hates the lights being turned on when it's still dark outside. He covers his eyes with his cushion.
This is the Jake-approved solution. Note serene blissed out expression on a Sunday morning. In er, our bed.
