Close to the Edge

What a weekend!!! It left me feeling like I am still standing close to the edge and worrying about being pushed off. Friday night was fine. Kittie and Blonde Boy arrived just before midnight and we had a few drinks before they went off to his place. Good to see them two together in such harmony. There definitely were sparkles of love in the air. Saturday lunchtime Kittie came back over, armed with a bottle of Lambrini (!!!) for breakfast. We had coffee and some sparkly and went out with the dogs to the park and then to the Star and Dove for lunch ... well, more liquid lunch, but a few olives and homebaked foccacio bread was had too. Then Blonde Boy and his brother joined us in the pub. We had giggles over vanilla ... and I am not referring to ice cream :-) Around 6pm or so we wandered back to my house. The plan was to get a take away and have the night in with a few more drinks. On the way back over the Northern Slopes (a waste ground behind my house) I let the dogs off the lead as I always do. Pierrot disappeared into the bushes ... again ... as always. When he wasn't back about 10 minutes later, I got slightly worried and I was just explaining to my friends, that one day he might meet the wrong person or the wrong dog and something might happen to him, when he came limping up the path, bleeding from his mouth. After him came a man and my instant thought was: That bloke has been kicking my dog! Sorry, dear man, for being prejudiced. In reality the young man had actually hit the dog with his car and came running after him to make sure he was alright. He explained, that he had slowed down the car as he could see the dog at the gate leading out of the slopes. He must have hit him at a very slow speed indeed. However, I was worried that Pierrot might have broken something or dislocated his hip as it did look at a weird angle. So I tried to carry him back home. I didn't know 21 kg could be so heavy. My friends were so lovely, offering to carry him, but I insisted that the dog would be more comfortable with me. At some point I phone Pete though and asked him to come towards us. Pete carried him home the rest of the way. Then we needed to get to the emergency vets. Having no car proved again a real bugger! To cut a long story short, we managed to find a taxi that takes animals and got to the vet. Pierrot had to stay overnight. They sedated him and took x-rays. Nothing broken, nothing dislocated, just badly bruised. We picked him up yesterday morning and he was under house arrest yesterday. This morning I had to see the vets again. He is recovering fine, but needs to take it easy for a few more days and gets painkillers and anti-inflammatories. Lucky bugger!!!

Last night another of our friends joined us. She stayed overnight here, whereas Kittie went back home at about 8.30pm. Shame! I wish my bestest girlies lived closer to me. Everybody has been just so great, including Pete, and I am truly lucky to have such friends. Needless to say, the weekend has been a bit of a blur and has left me feeling close to the edge. It might take a while until I recover ...