Surviving (just)....

Hi all, it's Inky here.

Life has not been fun...



Out of 24 hrs in the day, I have been confined to my bed 23.75 hrs. Not much fun for an Airedale, let alone an Inky.



To ease the boredom, beds have been strategically placed around the home by my nursing staff, so every few hours I get shifted to another room for "a change of scenery" (and for my staff to get a chance to freshen up the sheets)...



When it's time for potty, I ring a bell and I get carried out. I call it a "Tim Taxi". Every time on time.

I also signed up with the "meals on wheels" program and, no matter what bed your in, they find you and serve refreshments and food right to your bedside.
Ever so convenient.

I have been like this for a week now and the first few days were definitely the worst. I was all drugged up and didn't fancy the world much at all.



I couldn't and didn't want to move. Didn't want to speak to anyone. I was depressed and bloody sore (biggify)...



And I can't for the world of me think of what I could have done to deserve this.

Pinkie said, I had torn a cruciate ligament and been "too much of an Airedale" (is there such a thing??). Well, I am sorry, Cruciate Ligament, for hurting you or even tearing you. I wasn't aware. I would like to take this opportunity and kindly apologise to you for any harm I may have caused. Can you please forgive me? And can I please go back to normal now??!!

Well I thought I was dying until a familiar pair of footsteps approached...



Uncle Owee!!! He had come to have a beer with me and I would NEVER think of not getting up for MY uncle Owee!!



I LOVE uncle Owee!!



After greeting uncle Owee and "giving him one", I felt knackered and had to hop (literally) straight back to (another) bed...



Luckily, just I was returning to my state of depression, Lacie and her crew of Wire Foxies turned up to help nurse the despondency away...

However, what my Foxy Friends didn't know is how BLOODY hot it gets in this country. It was 44 degrees Celcius here the other day, which, so Mr Goolge tells me, is 111.2 on the Farenheit scale.

With Max and Pekoe being here as well, my staff have been working overtime nursing me plus supplying icy treats and cold neck ties to everyone; every hour, on the hour.

Here is Max sporting his neck tie..



The icy treats (where would we be without them??)..





And Pekoe devouring the icy goodness...



Once the heat (and the Foxies) had left town we loaded the Airebus and headed down to the river for respite. I ordered another Tim Taxi to get me from the car onto a lush green grassy patch under a big cool tree and watched the water skiers (a nurse by my side) while the rest of the crew went for a walkie. No photos here as the pinkie (apparently) had her hands full.

So that's me, pottering along, just surviving. Apparently there is 6 weeks of this life and a total of three months of "not being an Airedale".

What does that even mean??

INKY

Thank you for all you well wishes. Every little message helps me cope a little bit better...