Which was impossible to get a decent picture of:
Suffice to say that my dog had a lump. Which she bit, so it exploded blood for a few hours. Fun stuff. Needless to say, we were in the vet asap, where we had some new vet that we had never met before and who I was not terribly impressed with. She looked at me like I was insane when I said that we had only noticed it yesterday and dragged her in (Hello? 'splodin lump here!) and I think that she thought we were just bringing in Hazel for a scrape. Also on a completely unrelated note she had the strangest accent, like eastern European but educated in Ireland? It was odd. So yeah. Hazel got a shot of anti-inflammatory goodness and some drugs and told to come back if it didn't go away in a week.
It didn't. We had to go back in anyway for Hazel to get a booster shot and to get her boobies prodded (she appears to be having a bit of a false pregnancy) so we had that vet give it a look. Really at the moment it just looks like a scab but she reckons it is a histiocytoma, and is nothing to worry about at this point.
This is Hazel hiding. She is a big fan of climbing under anything. That and stealing Dave's spot on the sofa.
So, last Sunday we had a nice roast pork dinner. it was yummy. You should ask Hazel:
What's that, Dave? Did you leave the kitchen door open? So, no left-overs for mummy and daddy but Hazel got porky treats all week!
I cannot stay mad at this though (who could?). I was really just laughing the whole time and obviously went for the camera before getting teh hunk o' meat away.
I think she is adorable even in this snuggle picture where you don't see her:
Cheeky dog? Oh, yes...
And one other thing:
We stuck on and painted the last of the skirting boards this weekend which means that this room? The one we started redecorating before we got Hazel? Yeah, it's finished.
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