A busy day so far. Took the patient (never was the word so inappropriate!) to the vet this morning for his post-op checkup. Vet nurse said he was getting on very well, but a little concerned that he had obviously been "active", which was pulling on his stitches. Did try to explain that we had not deliberately been running any assault courses with him over the weekend and postponed the fell run, but what can you do with a greyhound that is bouncy, incorrigibly nosy and wants to play? We could tie a housebrick to each corner or lock him in a cage or something equally nasty but - realistically? Anyway, the dreaded words "draining the lumps" were mentioned if he continues to bounce, so we brought him home, took him on a very foreshortened walk and we saw only two cats. Each viewing involved a lot of bouncing, squeaking, vertical take-off and pirouetting. I suppose one answer is not to walk him at all perhaps - however, can't help but feel that would be equally cruel in a different way.

Of course he is a complete softy in the house and a bit of a couch potato. The attached photo shows him this morning, having decided to check on his pack mates. I had just come out of the shower, and the young master was catching up on some well deserved shuteye after a succession of broken nights ministering to the downstairs breakdancer in the small hours. Both looked very cosy and happy. As I write, he is relaxing on the rug at the bottom of the stair.

Andrew has gone to the gym for a run this afternoon and I have just been cleaning the windows. After that I am going to do some cross stitch - my Spring sampler is making good progress. A is going for a chiropractor appt this evening and then we will have an early night as he is in Scotland tomorrow which means getting up at 5.30 - aaargh.