After the Vet, the beach…

Last night my little man Mowgli was really not himself; he was very restless and quite poorly swallowing and coughing all the time. A few times during the night he had me up and outside walking him in the rain; all he wanted to do was eat plants as though doing that gave him some relief. It was almost as though he had something stuck in his throat.

This morning we took Mowgli to the vet where he was very brave letting the man put his fingers down his throat and stick needles in him (anti-inflammatory medicine). The vet didn’t find anything but thought since his airway wasn’t obstructed Mowgli may have either strained something coughing or grazed the inside of his food pipe eating. We need to observe him over the weekend and go back Monday if things persist when they will sedate him and do a more indepth exploratory. I really hate Mowgli being poorly, I’m always frightened about what might happen.

Anyway as a treat for him being good at the vet we took him to a very isolated beach on the outskirts of St. Davids where he wallowed in the pools and paddled in the sea. He loved it. Interestingly while we were out all of the plants he had been eating began evacuating from him and since coming home he seems to have picked up. I hope so.

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Good morning from Wales

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Hello world. The old body is beginning to finally relax a little down here in Pembrokeshire and so far no rain. Today we are (hopefully) off to the beach so although its a little overcast fingers crossed the sun comes out. The beach is called Pwll Gwaellod for those who like checking out maps; its a tiny little cove that always seems to have once been the abode of pirates and smugglers in days gone by but these days is just a nice little picnic spot. Hope you are all having a great August whever you are x

My beach hound Doggobert

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Most places you go on holiday in the east there are a few beach dogs which (if they like you and feel safe) spend the day under your beach bed. Here’s mine. He’s a lovely dude and I’m happy to have him because I miss my Mowgli. In India Mowgli used to shade under my beach bed. Doggobert here has no tail but hes a lovely gentle soul and plays well with the other beach dogs especially befire the sun is up. The Brits are renown doggie lovers and I guess they can sniff out the Brits a mile off. Im glad they can.