I have been here 12 days and I have a sore foot. Well, more precisely, three days ago I was frolicking around in the long green grass and I caught my dew claw in a long reed. As soon as I did it, I thought I would be a candidate for the Vet and hoped it would mend before Mum and Dad decided to tackle an Italian Vet. But no, Sunday they called up their friend Alessandra, who is a natural therapist for dogs and cats, and we made a visit to her. I didn’t let her touch my paw as Mum held me. I just growled at her and she just smiled said to Mum that she would mix up one of her natural remedies and then sent us home.
It was stinky brown stuff and Dad had to rush out to the chemist to get a syringe to squirt it on my foot because there was no other way I was going to stand still while they tried to pat it on my very sore claw. They stood me on the kitchen bench on a towel, in the sunshine and when my foot was still, quickly extracted the murky liquid from the syringe, getting a bit of it on to my claw, but alas, most of it sprayed the kitchen tiles and floor. Mum was lucky she put her apron on, as she would have copped it too.
So, three days on and this morning it is still sore and although I was trying to be brave, Mum could see me holding my paw adrift like a limp rag. She suggested that Dad ring our friend Gaia, who has a dog called Giotto. Surely she would know a vet and yes, she did and arranged an appointment for us.
As soon as I heard Dad talking with Gaia and the word “Vet” came up, I knew I was not going to be a happy puppy once I got there. I put the tail down and thought that we would get in the car and off we would go … but no, we don’t have a car. We got out the new bikes and off we rode, with me sitting up in Mum’s bike basket.
Mum had instructions from Gaia, and first off we had to go outside the big wall. Oh oh, that was on the big road with lots of cars and lots of people. I hoped they both knew what they were doing.
As we pedalled outside the big gates from our very secure wall, I was feeling quite sick. Hold on tight, I thought. I shouldn’t have worried though as Mum had looked at the map before we left and learned the names of the streets we had to cycle along and as she did, she had full confidence in her cycling that we would get there. It was only a 2-k ride she said. All the locals were still eating lunch she said, so the roads outside our haven should be pretty quiet. And she was right, they weren’t too bad and we arrived at the front door of the Vet in no time.
In we went. No lovely big reception like my Vet in Melbourne, just chairs and several doors with Italian writing on them. Mum quickly got out her phone and did the Google Translate and quietly told Dad we had to just sit and wait our turn. There was a lady in front of us with a big basset hound. He was very docile but probably should have gone outside to do a wee before he came in as he kept dripping on the tiled floor. That might be his problem, I thought. A man came out of one of the doors and the basset walked in with his owner. I looked around and realised that it was me next. Oh my, I quivered on Dad’s lap. He knows the drill when he takes me to the Vet. I always get so scared and just nuzzle into Dad hoping he will get up and go home.
Another door opened and it was my turn. Thank goodness Mum had been furiously doing the Google Translate from English to Italian to explain my problem to the Vet. He greeted us with a smile and Dad sprouted one of his limited Italian sentences and Mum quickly thrust her phone at the Vet so he could read the outside the big gates from our very secure wall of the problem. He smiled and gestured to put me on the table, but indicated that my muzzle was to go on first. I didn’t know who was shaking the most – me or Dad.
Anyway, after a bit of painful prodding by the Vet, he said I had an infection and while Dad and I calmed ourselves, he wrote out a script and waffled on in Italian to Mum. Thank goodness, she smiled and nodded as he spoke. I think she got the gist of it. All I wanted to do was get out of there and do a big pee in relief.
We were ushered out of another door near where we left the bicycles. I was happy to get into the basket and sit quietly while they cycled back to our safe haven in the afternoon traffic.
So, that was outside the big gates from our very secure wall, I thought as I sat in the basket in the afternoon sun. Although he was very gentle, it did hurt, but it was over and done with now. But wait! That’s only until next Monday when I have to go back for him to have another look. Oh boy!