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I’d just like to interrupt my wanderings around Northumberland to let you know what I was doing at 12:34:56 on the 7th of the 8th month in the 9th year of the century.
I was feeding my poor dog an antibiotic pill wrapped up in mince (he hates pills of all kinds so a little cunning deception is required). This is not entirely a Northumberland-free post as the reason for the antibiotics, and the very silly collar, is that he gave himself a nasty cut in the leg leaping over a barbed wire fence while we were on holiday, so now has chalked up several stitches and a Ā£500 vet’s bill.
In case anyone’s wondering why, it’s because that mischievous but ever-original VP in Chippenham told me to š Thanks for a fun meme, VP!
Sally Nex 
Ouch! Poor mite and poor you re the vet bill :(Having said that it's a great photo – our cats can wriggle out of those collars in 30 seconds flat!Thanks for taking part and your compliments (blush).I'll do a wrap up post next week…Was your lunch pasta today by any chance? That's what your word verification's telling me š
oh that would be too spooky if it was pasta… actually we had beefburgers in buns – the mince Boyo got was a bit of left-over š
Dogs in collars are just the most pathetic sight arent' they, all that wandering around banging against the furniture. They can sometimes get them off, it depends what size collar and what size dog, I think. He is a very handsome dog, anyway!Word verif is 'skinize' which is presumably what he was trying to doing when he attached himself to the barbed wire fence, ooh, yuck
Real life indeed! Good for you capturing the moment so well. Look at the expression in your dog's eyes – wanting the mince and at the same time suspicious of what might be lurking inside it.It might amuse you to see another dog in a collar, in British Columbia, on my friend Miranda's blog:http://nurturedbylove.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-yet-miraculous-story.htmland http://nurturedbylove.blogspot.com/2009/07/limpets-update.html
Poor old Boyo gets us banging into him as much as he bangs into the furniture. Only three days to go and counting. I'm not sure my shins can take much more.Oh my Linda, that's quite a story your friend Miranda has there. It makes our little crisis pale into insignificance. I'm so glad that poor dog is getting better. It makes my hair stand on end just thinking about it.