21°C,

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Poor wee dog, she’s hopping around with one front leg held up, it seems to be sprained. I wish she could just settle and rest rather than loyally follow me around the house, up and down the stairs and all. On her evening run yesterday she suddenly cried out and started hopping off one front leg. Maybe she turned it over in a pothole – I just didn’t see her do it.

 

driving: to work was funny today, every-so-often I’d clunk my hand into the door reaching for the gear-stick on the wrong side.