One of them is checking to see what colour my gums are.
Did you ever – aren’t gums private?
I mean they are tucked away inside your mouth, nestled in-between your fearsome fangs.
But noooo, whenever I am being a bit quiet or she thinks I am exhibiting some dodgy behaviour, she pounces on me , lifts my lip up and says…
Let’s check your gums Fudges.
Usually she can’t see properly the first time so she has to lift the other side up too and then peers inside my chops.
Oooohhhh, she says, nice and pink!
Well duh! Gums are always nice and pink – aren’t they?
Actually – for those who don’t know, the colour of a doglet’s gums are a pretty good indicator if they are sick or not.
They should always be nice and pink.
Apparently mine were almost yellowish when I was admitted to hospital with that horrible stuff I had.
The vet also had a look at my gums (see – a girl has absolutely no privacy) and the moment she saw the colour – she realised I was deathly sick and needed to be admitted to hospital.
So if you think your dog is a bit off colour – literally – check their gums.
The second thing mom does is check my elbows.
You’ve heard before that I have manky elbows from all the cortisone pills that I’ve had to swallow.
Am still swallowing in fact, but they have now dropped to three pills twice a day – from the original 12 pills twice a day.
True, my elbows are still a tad on the manky side.
Because my legs are not very long – they look even worse.
Plus they are very hard to put bandages on unless you use copious amount of sticky plaster.
Mom swoops down on me and examines them.
She makes tut tut noises.
Then she dashes off and gets the icky pink spray and gives them a good clean.
I think she has pooh for brains because I just go back out into the garden and make them all dirty again.
If she thinks that it’s necessary – she even puts betadine on them and then watches me like a hawk to make sure I don’t lick it off.
Honestly! Doesn’t she have work to do or something?
