Steve and I are still under the weather after the St.Helen's show bug. I'm about 4 days in front of him so feeling better than him. Neither of us have any appetite, not even covid stopped me eating! I talked to Debbie last night, she and Tom have been exactly the same, with Tom worse than her. Steve seems worse than me, and I'm worried he's developing a chest infection. No, not man flu, both men have other medical conditions to contend with.
I'm still an emotional mess, with one thing or another, I feel like I've cried my way through February. I'm trying to live for today and to look positively to the future, but in the quieter moments, I can't help but worry about what is ahead for Beti. Elbow problems are really a concern, dogs need strength and power in the front, more so than in the hindquarters. I really hope she manages well and lives life to the full. Mentally, Beti is not the type to cope with a restricted lifestyle.
My plan is set for Meerah, it has been suggested that she sees Ken, I will make an appointment for next week and discuss my concerns with him. Like I said before, the best thing that could happen is for a tooth to pop out of its own accord ... and very soon! I'm trying not to get myself in a state over this, I tell myself I shouldn't stress over something I have no control over ... but sadly my brain, and heart don't work that way.
