Hannah and Sam were at the airport by 4 o’clock this morning and back in this country by 9. So it was time to get ready for Rupert to leave. Russell took him for a walk while I packed up his things and hoovered the carpet (because he barks at the hoover). The light showed red and I thought it had clogged because it wasn’t long ago that I emptied it, but the bag was full of blond Ben-hair.
Then I took both dogs for a last walk round the village. I hadn’t asked Russell to take Ben because there was a bit of a to-do yesterday – he put them both on leads and was just turning to shut the door behind him when Ben spotted one of the hens wandering across the garden and lunged forward. Russell was dragged against the doorframe, spun round and crashed onto the paving, landing on his hip and bashing both elbows. Remarkably, he didn’t let go of either lead and I took the dogs (poor Rupert was quite alarmed to hear me shout so angrily at Ben) and shut them in while I went to help Russell.
A lot of TLC was required, which involved TCP and T and biscuits, but he’s all right, thank goodness. His bones are in extremely good nick and I suspect that it happened so quickly that there was no time to try to save himself, so he was not braced for the fall which would have done more damage. He’s stiff and sore today, but he has no limp and he wasn’t badly cut, just bruised and grazed.
This morning, we sat in the garden with both dogs and drank coffee. Rupert was thrilled to be reunited with his family, though not desperate to leave us, tactful little dog. Russell and I went out for lunch and are pottering round this afternoon. Ben is mostly sleeping.
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