Toby's Troubles

We are just setting out in the car to drive to Lichfield to see a clever man called Jon. Daddy over estimated the time to get there so we stopped off for a cuppa at McDonalds on the way to ease mummy's stress.

Jon

Got there about 9.30am and sat waiting for a short time until Jon was ready to see us. He had a bit of a pull on my leg but I was too tense and wouldn't let him near me so he gave me a shot of methadone to zonk me out (which it did !)

M & D were getting stressed too so they resorted to the age old remedy of eating chocolate to calm them down. I hadn't eaten since last night and was starving too and was dying for a nibble but I knew I couldn't or I would get in trouble with the vet.

After pulling me about a bit more the vet pulled my leg about a bit and confirmed my leg was duff and needed surgery to sort it out. M & D left at this point and left me in the capable hands of the vet.