Thursday, 30 August 2007

Poor Phoebe

The vet has been today...don't worry, there's nothing wrong - just time for annual flu and tetanus injections. Huge needle, jabbed into chest, and then about 20mls of harsh fluid plunged in. Horse's eyebrows leap upwards and then she looks at you as if to say..."How could you? I thought you loved me?" It's so traumatic for me....but it's for her own good, honestly!
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