Poorly Pug in Vet Drama!

Sunday, 10.30pm

Thought for the Day - The greater the need to get an item out of a shed, the more inaccessible it will be

Pug Status - On the road to recovery, thank goodness!

High drama in our household just after I completed my diary entry for Friday's show - Obi Pug Kenobi had looked a bit out of sorts all evening, which I had put down to her disapproval at my colourful language whilst clearing out the shed. She got more and more distressed and uncomfortable and, when I picked her up, we could see why....

Poor pug had a nasty red swelling, and it looked angrier than a narked rhino plagued by a gang of cheeky hyenas that keep knocking on his door and running away. After a sleepless night, with administration of doggy painkillers and prolonged bathing (until next door demanded I get out of their swimming pool) we rushed Obi to the vets first thing in the morning.

After careful consultation, the diagnosis was reached. Princess Pug had been stung in a horrible place - how did she get to Milton Keynes, I wondered - and she needed some injections. She faced the needle like a trooper without a flinch, bless her. The vet also gave her some cream that soothed the irritation (but tasted bloody horrible on my strawberries

Obi is now recovering nicely but would appreciate lots of lovely gifts from Hertbeat listeners and from her 'Uncle Radio Steve', preferably bone-shaped or meat-flavoured. No more Lucozade though; it goes through her like a hot ball-bearing through melted butter.

Must go - her cushions need turning....