What a day. I was driving along minding my own business whilst talking to the vet on my handsfree phone. An appointment I had booked needed to be cancelled.
Finn had a sore on his back leg which did not appear to be healing and I had decided to book an appointment at the vet. Eventually he licked it better which was a relief. I believe he has learnt his exemplary licking skills from Dr.Buzz, his fellow Morkie.
Mid call I spotted a beautiful pheasant crossing the road in front of me. I had never before seen a pheasant crossing the road and was in a degree of shock. Travelling at the correct speed limit did not allow me to slow down in time.
I screamed down the phone to the vet’s receptionist who was unsurprisingly taken aback. The thought that I had possibly killed one of the most beautiful birds with my car had put me in a degree of shock.
I frantically looked in my rear-view mirror to see if it was still alive. To my relief it had survived as it had reached the other side of the road. Albeit minus a few tail feathers.
When I eventually got home, I felt like shaking my own tailfeather with joy. And then I realized that I do not have a tailfeather but a fine arse. Which I shook instead.
All the best
Stay Fab
Adele
