Bit of a drama last night when probably my best friend B and also neighbour appeared distraught at the window in tears saying her Jack Russell had been attacked by a Staffie on the green in front of our houses. The staffie belongs to the 30-something stepson of another friend (of mine) L who is visiting at the moment. He is staying with his dad and stepmum because one of his 2 staffies (the other one) has been diagnosed with threat cancer and he is just not coping with the situation.
Keeping up so far?
Anyway B's husband was away sailing off Southampton so I said I would go to the emergency vet with her, I offered to drive but Alfie was already in his harness and in shock in her car. Off to the vets about 10 miles away where we had a long wait while they did various things, but he had nothing broken or torn , just (?) an ear and some puncture wounds on his back neck and leg which did not need stitching.
However B noticed that she had some scratches and a possible puncture wound on one arm on the side where her lymph nodes were removed when she had BC 9 years ago, so off we went to the emergency walk in centre as she was worried about possible infection. It was heaving
, goodness knows what A&E would have been like but fortunately the triage nurse was able to give her a tetanus jab and a box of antibiotics. In the meantime her husband had got a taxi to Southampton station and was on his way to Waterloo, thence to Euston and Milton Keynes in the early hours of this morning I expect.
We got home at quarter to 12 and all was well.
Just exhausted!
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Yes, the photos were taken in the garden. The Oldgoats will most certainly return to Muasdale. And, we said hello to David, as we always do whenever we pass by. 
Nothin' to do with me, guv!