I had to bite the bullet with Gaia. Her breathing was getting seriously noisy and I was a bit concerned. The shelter had told me that, as well as the osteoarthritis that had precipitated the amputation of her leg, there was also an historic upper respiratory infection that had caused her some problems which meant… Read More Back to Square 1.5
I was brought up by my parents not to tell lies. Ironic in a way as my brother was an accomplished liar. I found it staggering that he was capable of telling the biggest untruths without a big neon light flashing over his head. Even worse, his version of events was usually believed over anyone… Read More Responsibility and Truth Telling
At some point before the alarm fired this morning at 6.00am I was roused from my sleep by a cat meow. I may have been dreaming of course, but as my two girls had both steadfastly refused to come in last night, I was forced to go to bed with the cat flap unlocked. This… Read More The Great Escape?
Like a lot of people, I’m not a fan of going to the dentist. The prospect of a visit is one of the few things that can still raise my anxiety levels. For me, this all started around the age of 10 when I had my first tooth-decaying session. I needed 8 fillings, one extraction… Read More Dentists