I am afraid...

 all things dog seem to be occupying our life at the mo!

This morning found another pile and piddle awaiting our ‘pleasure’.

Last night late, we checked whether both tanks had be emptied...Yes!  I breathed a huge sigh of relief and went happily to bed.  That for starters was a foolish assumption. Luckily the vet had suggested it would be best to keep her appointment at 10 this morning.  What a good job we did.  She said if we could bring in a urine sample that would enable them to see what if anything is going on. 

‘You must be joking she doesn’t like us looking at her as she performs let alone get that close!’ was my pithy reply.

‘She’s a collie, that can be a problem!’

Added to which in the early days she would be frightened to go for fear we guessed at having been beaten for doing what comes naturally.  The thought makes my blood boil!

As luck would have it she had had an accident after we had all been in the garden.  Having stone floors we mopped up the wee with kitchen towel, which we managed to retrieve and squeeze out some pee.  The things you do for love, or rather... the things he does for love!?!

Ellie has a urinary infection, that would explains it!  Probably all her hang-ups stem from the way she was treated in the early days.

The choking episode was in a funny way a blessing, while we were there we got her checked over as she had only recently started having problems indoors. 

After the visit, we decided to give ourselves some fun on the very top of Clee Hill deep in snow... a clear day where on the top we could see for a hundred miles... exhilarating!

How do we know you might well ask? A chap at the trig point showed us all the mountains, named them and told us how far away they were... so there!

Twitterstone Clee taken from Ludlow not by me!