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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Last Wednesday, home from training, I was carrying the plump Sonja to her bed, when I tripped over something, and having to save Sonja first, I couldn`t save myself. I fell and hit my head on the door.
I lay there for a little, trying to work out if all of me was still functioning. Sonja, never the sharpest knife in the box, stood and looked at me. "Why are you down there? Do I still get my dinner?" (I suspect that if it had been Truly she would have checked my vital signs and called an ambulance.....very efficient, our smart Truly.)
But in the morning, somehow the problem had migrated. I looked in the mirror - and there was the mother of all black eyes.
I didn`t go out for 2 days. I should have gone to the Health Centre for a prescription, but I felt that if I went in there looking like that, they wouldn`t let me out again. And it kept on spreading. Definitely not going away.
Eventually I went to the shows I had entered, and people pointedly refrained from comment....I think I am too formidable for jokes about drink and fighting.
I still have the multicoloured eye. I suspect it glows in the dark.
I hope it goes in time for Crufts.
Hope you're recovered soon, I'll be looking out for you at Crufts
It is showing no signs of fading, and I think it would take whoever won the film makeup Oscar to disguise it.
I am going to look terrible at Crufts!