Emergency!

“Oh, no! What have you done, Pinot!?”
“What!?  What’s happened?”
My dad picked me up, had a look at my forehead closely and said to mum: “June, look at this!”
“Jesus! It’s awful! Take him to hospital immediately, please, darling!”
“All right!”

That was an incident at home yesterday evening. Dad took action in preparing for our urgent matter, meanwhile mum called my hospital to tell them my condition. But it wasn’t that simple.
What happened was that  it was nearly closing time. They told her to come the following morning. You can guess how we felt. 
Dad’s reaction was very quick. He called another hospital –  luckily within the consulting hours.

“OK! Pinot, let’s go!”
“All right! If you insist, Dad!”

I couldn’t stand that ointment applied on my forehead. What I did was scratch my face, near my left eye a lot, but too much.
My new vet could imagine why and what I did, and said: “No more ointment, give him these tablets daily instead, and come back in five days time. Please let me know if he has any problems.”
Dad found him kind and efficient.

Now we are all at ease. I have to take two tablets every day for a while though. Mmm!