Following on from yesterday’s post about Hound being unwell, she’s definitely getting over it.

What I forgot to add to yesterday’s post though – and the subject for this one – is that because of taking her to the vets again on Monday, I had to let the new workplace know I was going to be in later than usual. So I sent them an email on Sunday night, explaining that the dog was ill etc., and I’d be in late.

It was only afterwards that I started having second thoughts, thinking that it sounded

1. a bit like just an excuse for a lie-in
2. like I must be a bit daft when it comes to Hound etc.

In the end, I rationalised it a bit by thinking “Well, if it were a child, they’d fully understand that we had to go to a hospital for extra checks and so on“.  And in a lot of ways, Hound is to us what a child is to a lot of other couples. (No, not “A pain in the arse, that deserves regular beating”) While we’re not the kind of moronic fuck-knuckles who dress a dog up in clothes, or treat it like a surrogate child, we have invested one hell of a lot of time, energy and money in Hound over the years in a similar way to a ‘normal’ family.

Of course, it turned out that no-one in the office had thought about it like that anyway – it was just me thinking into things way too much. As usual.