We spent the day in town waiting for it to be time to go and pick Genghis up and wondering how he was getting on. Finally the mobile rang and the veterinary nurse said we could go and collect him. The operation had gone well and he was awake and ready to go home. When we arrived at the vets we were greeted by a rather groggy Genghis wearing a large Bozo collar which we were going to get well acquainted with over the next week or so…
The collar was very ungainly and Genghis kept bumping into things and knocking things over as he tried to get used to wearing it and adapting his movements to take account of it. He also kept knocking our legs and my calf muscles were black and blue due to being repeatedly attacked by the Bozo collar. We just couldn't wait for him to have it taken off… We felt very sorry for him as he obviously hated it but knew he had to keep it on for this own good. Finally after what seemed an eternity his stitches were ready to come out and he could be rid of the hated collar once and for all. I don’t know who was happier to get rid of it, us or Genghis.
We had just returned from the vet having had Genghis’ stitches removed. Genghis was in the garden and I was in the downstairs bedroom getting something from one of the cupboards when the mobile phone rang. ‘I’m calling about the dog” said the female English voice on the other end. “Sorry” I said “what about the dog?” I had been caught totally off guard and could only think that this person was calling to complain about Genghis barking or maybe they had just found him outside the villa on the road – though in hindsight both these reasons would have been impossible as the lady would not have had my mobile phone number. “The German Pointer you are looking to re-home, I have seen your advert at the Supreme Supermarket, I am very interested in having him….”