the dog went to the vets this morning for his treatment...... he had to starve overnight because he is having a general anaesthetic...... he was wandering round the kitchen this morning looking for his water bowl....I suppose it is his equivalent of our morning brew. He was all forlorn when he realised that he was off to see the 'Dog Doctor' and was shaking like a leaf. Hubby signed the papers accepting that things do not always go according to plan....... he is over 13 years old and the vet says that it is quite old for a Jack Russell. We came home and tried to go about our usual Monday doings..... in the end we went into town and had a look around the shops to take our mind off things. We were told to leave it until 4pm before we called to see how he was. At five minutes to four hubby could stand it no longer and rang up about him......he can come home.......Hubby walked up to the Vets with Barkers blanket. He came home a lot happier but lighter in the wallet department £215:47 lighter to be precise. I think I am going to have to hawk my duck on the boulevard this weekend to recoup the costs.......I will have to rake out the black leather and the basque before I go!