I left you in suspense last week, I’ll continue the tale from where we left it. We had just climbed back in the car to go and find the vet, using the information from the man in the office of the Ministry of Agriculture.
It only took us about fifteen minutes to drive to the village we’d been told to go to. On the way, the bipeds agreed that if they were not happy with the vet then he would not be allowed to touch me and they would drive to the city to find a different vet for me.
We arrived in the village. It was quite pretty, with a central square. We parked and my bipeds quickly spotted the bar they were looking for. They had been instructed to ask for David (pronounced Dah-BEED) in the bar. The female biped seemed a bit dubious about dragging someone out of a bar, so she stayed with me while the male biped went in to find David.
He soon returned, saying that the person tending the bar had said David would be out soon. We were parked in the shade and so we waited in the car, until we saw a young man carrying a medical bag walking across the square towards us. My bipeds helped me out of the car, so that we were ready to greet him.
He introduced himself and asked how he could help. My bipeds said I had a swollen paw and the female biped handed him three sheets of A4 paper neatly clipped together, telling him that the details were all written down.
He asked, “Do I need to read all this?”
She replied, “Yes, it’s everything we think could be relevant.”
He said, “Okay.”
He began to read. There was silence. After a while, he put his finger near the bottom of the first sheet and began to ask a question. Then he looked up and saw the expressions of intense concentration on the faces of my bipeds!
He said, “Don’t worry! I’ll keep reading – the answer is probably in here.”
He finished reading and said that he just had a few simple questions. He wanted my bipeds to confirm I was not taking any medication. He also asked whether I was eating okay, which I was. And then he wanted to know if my bodily functions were normal.
He handed the papers back to my biped and said he’d take a look at me now. He quickly checked me over and turned his attention to my paw. He trimmed away lots of white fur so that he could see clearly. At this point, some of the dogs that had been gathering around the edges of the square decided they needed a better view and moved closer.
David stopped trimming and looked very closely at my paw and leg. My bipeds were both watching him intently. I stayed quite still even though I was on quite a loose lead. About half a dozen of the dogs moved in even closer. We were probably the best entertainment they’d had in days!
David now felt my paw and leg thoroughly and started to flex each joint. This became too interesting for one of the dogs to resist and he moved in to try to sniff my paw. Luckily, the female biped had noticed and thought that was a step too far – she moved in front of the dog and he retreated slightly. Another dog moved in closer on the other side, but the male biped noticed and moved to block his path.
I think I’d have found it amusing to see my bipeds dancing back and forth, if I hadn’t been balancing on three paws! I was grateful my bipeds were making the dogs keep their distance. I think my bipeds were as pleased as I was when David put my paw down and stood up to tell us what was needed.
David said that I needed some antibiotics and my paw should quickly return to its normal size. My bipeds’ faces broke into beaming smiles on hearing this news. However, it wasn’t long before they discovered that getting the antibiotics wasn’t going to be quite as straightforward as they expected – I’ll tell you about that another time!
See you next Wednesday!