Before the Storm

Theres an anticipatory hush here at The House of Dog. Human is anxiously pacing, occaisionally jogging on the spot, deep breaths, punching the air in preparation. Precision is the key. Gotta be fit, eagle eyed, ready for any sudden and unexpected resistance. The victim is oblivious, sleeping sweetly and serenely. Mustn't be fooled, must not meet her eyes, think of a brick wall. She won't go easy, there will be trickery and devious tactics.

They could be some time, its a difficult, treachorous mission, not for the fainthearted or frail of spirit.

Abe is going Vetwards to have her bum done. It doesn't hurt and Abe actually has a fantastic time in the vets. Her sig file isn't "chaos and disorder - my work here is done" for nothing. Humans are on their knees now praying for an empty waiting room and a vet with a sense of humour. Rehearsing their offers to pay for the damage and their apologies to innocent bystanders...