I was so excited when my human came home from work yesterday. We were going to my sister Bella and we were gonna have our first agility class together.
You might remember that I started another agility class a while back with my buddy Archie, but a series of circumstances including a dead body falling off a plane causing traffic chaos, bad holiday planning and general transport problems put a stop to that adventure.
We hopped on the train and I was on my bestest behaviour all the way to Bella’s home town. I knew the way to their house so I lead the human straight there and greeted my sister with a big roooo oooo oooo.
We had so much to talk about my sister and I, so we set off on a game of chase whilst catching up on what we both got for Christmas and how pawsome the Christmas food smelled. The humans made themselves some tea and joined us in the garden. When they went over to have a look at the rabbits (Bella has three pet rabbits!) I spotted a toy up ahead and sped up to get it before Bella spotted it too.
A wall of fur
I was just going to sink my teeth into the toy, when smash out of nowhere I crashed into a wall of fur that smelled of Bella. The side of my head really hurt and I sounded the puppy alert alarm to call for help. My head was spinning with stars and moons and everything as I spun around trying to get my bearings. The human caught me and straightened me up again. Thank dog for the puppy alert alarm, or else I might have toppled over.
The two humans checked me over and decided that I probably needed to see the v-e-t. At this point both Bella and I thought I was fine and we wanted to go back to our game of chase but the humans said we were just being stubborn Entlebuchers and I really ought to have that eye checked out.
The vet was a really nice human who knew Bella from before so he was extra nice to me. I sat patiently while he checked out the gash running across my eye brow. He said it needed cleaning out and stitches too to make it better.
My human asked if they couldn’t glue it back together but I put my paw down and said I wanted stitches so I would at least get a cool scar out of the adventure. The vet agreed with me and said they don’t recommend gluing doggie eyebrows. They had to sedate me and I woke up all groggy a while later with five cool stitches above my eye.
Our little adventure landed us with a hefty vets bill, but I was mostly disappointed that I missed my agility class again. I really hope neither of us have to go to the vets before next weeks lesson *Waggy tail*
Have you ever landed yourself a cool scar or stitches?