It's been a funny old week. On Sunday we went to find the place I had to attend to have my third Covid jab. I wouldn't have been able to go on the bus as there was a planned five week bus strike to start that very day. So I went to have my jab on Wednesday. At the desk at the entrance the man asked to see my vaccination record and commented I'd had a long wait since having my second jab back in March. I then joined a short queue where a lady was complaining that the taxi fare would have cost her £40 but she'd asked a relative for a lift there instead, There were notices on the wall informing us that the Pfizer vaccine has had a name change and is now called Comirnaty which I didn't know about. Then when it was my turn the vaccinator asked me a lot of health related questions and she didn't think I should be having the third dose and I told her I had queried that on the phone. Anyway she toddled off to speak to a manager who came to tell me somewhere along the line my consultant had decided I was vulnerable. So I had the jab, will have the booster in six months time and I waited the necessary fifteen minutes before leaving. Coming out of the Centre I was greeted by a fourteen week old puppy who had mistaken me for his Mum but I didn't mind and his Mum was actually right behind me. Anyway I've since had a letter from my Health Board confirming I am eligible for a 3rd primary dose. Well, I suffered the side effects of the jab waking up during the night with a bad headache and chills and a sore arm. I spent most of Thursday laying on the sofa feeling very unwell.
I was feeling much better by Friday and Tilly gets very excited if I ask her if she wants to go and see Mr. Horse and I told her we'd take an apple for him. You can see how much Tilly likes the horse as she's not afraid at all.
Not long after Mr Horse had finished his apple a gentleman turned up to feed him brown bread and carrots. He said good girl to her. A girl I asked, is she a girl? So all this time I've been calling him Mr Horse and he's actually a girl called Jezebel. So Tilly will now have to get used to me asking if she wants to go and see Jezebel :)
Later in the day we had a consultation booked at a groomer's place that has been recommended to me by one of the dog trainers. A very posh place it is and it's actually a bespoke pet spa and Tilly has been taken on as a client, nothing but the best for our Tilly. I'm trying to work on her separation anxiety problem but the spa know all about it and three groomers will look after her for us, no other dogs will be present and they don't use cages and will play with her. It sounds absolutely marvellous.
So today we've been to dog training class and informed the last lesson of this course in two week's time will be another fun day with all classes combined and there will be fancy dress. I have told them I won't be going any further with training lessons so that one will be Tilly's final class and we'll have to make it memorable. I've ordered her a costume online but you'll have to wait and see what she goes as :) I'm not dressing up in case you're wondering. What I did do this afternoon was take her on the beach and we met a cockapoo out celebrating her second birthday. I'd already been into the nearby kiosk to see what was on sale there and I couldn't resist buying a bandana for Tilly. As you may know the programme starts tomorrow in the nearby castle.
It's very apt, I'm A Cockapoo Get Me Out Of Here