He’s a worry

I was giving Dylan some ‘lead training’ out at the beach last night to try and prepare him for some sort of ‘obedience’ during the coming winter nights; we go up there for last hour of light, at which point the rabbits are at their most lively: sometimes I really lose him. Ollie was on the loose while Dylan was on the lead, and Ollie (unusually for him these days) shot off after a rabbit. Dylan reared up at this, so I let him go, to join in the sport. I lost sight of Dylan; meanwhile I heard crying: Ollie had injured his leg, and was holding it up pathetically. He would not move, so I had to carry him to a high spot in order to see where the hell Dylan had got to. Finally I sighted him and told him to Wait! (he will do this now, though he will not actually return). I got hold of Dylan, then I returned to Ollie, and then the three of us made our way back to the car, which was about 800 yards away, with Ollie on three legs and doing a sit down every ten paces. It took a long time. Dylan was thoroughly unconcerned: dogs seem to have no empathy for a fellow in distress. It looks like it’s just a sprain, in fact, though the x-rays have been sent up to his orthopedic expert as they ‘look a bit funny.’ The gap between the radius and ulna is not the right shape where it meets the carpus (the sight of the sprain), and there is some concern he might have a bone infection. He has been a regular at the vets again lately, having picked up kennel cough while we were on holiday (Dylan was fine.)

Here is a old picture from the old days when he had a season ticket to the vets. This was just a routine ‘I’ve slashed my pad again’ moment.

The Original Sicknote

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14 Responses to He’s a worry

  1. George S says:

    Sorry to hear about Dylan.

    But Ollie is transformed in the photograph. That is surely a halo. He looks strangely like a Christian Saint, possibly St Canis of the Lesser Benedictines.

    You’ll be photographing fairies next, like that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle bloke.

  2. calvininjax says:

    Hope things work out all right for Ollie. Keep us updated on his progress.

    It’s only in Disney films where animals display human qualities. Then again, perhaps Dylan was just putting on a brave face. We all do it.

  3. OS. says:

    “You’ll be photographing fairies next, like that Sir Arthur Conan Doyle bloke.”

    George, he’s always taking pictures of me. I’m even in his new book, Along Came Dylan. 😉

    BTW, are you getting old and senile…like me. It’s Ollie who is poorly. Although we’ve never met, I can empathise with you. 😉


  4. George S says:

    OS, I am as old as the hills of Norfolk. Older. Nor does it stop but proceeds in unremitting day by day fashion. At the end of November (note the term ‘end of’- it is a desperate, pitiful, petty putting off) I will be sixty.

    As to senility, I aspire to senility. It’s the only way to live. That, patriarchy, and a free buspass.

  5. Stephen Foster says:

    The world works in mysterious ways its wonders to perform. I knew there must be a Divine purpose to this blog: it was to introduce my two favourite seniles to each other.

  6. calvininjax says:

    “my two favourite seniles”

    Phew! That’s a relief.

  7. George S says:

    Watch it, Foster. Not there yet!

  8. Stephen Foster says:

    Don’t mention it 😉

  9. OS. says:

    George, we have many similarities. I note from your CV, [forgive me for not giving it the once-over before, not that a once-over can even begin to delve into the mysteries of your strange but brillliant mind, not that I would want dig too deep, or I would lose my way] that you were a late developer.

    1960 – 1968 Kingsbury County Grammar School: 4 A levels, 8 O levels

    It, usually, works the other way round.


    I’ve only ever met one Hungarian. He was a mouldmaker in a foundry I worked at. Like you, he came here as a refugee. About the same time as you I think. He was a nice man…always smiling. That much I remember. Perhaps he had a lot to smile about. After all, he was working with me.

    BTW, never, I mean, NEVER, aspire to a free bus pass. I avoid one like the plague. Glasses: hearing aid: even incontinence pads. Those are a sign of gentle aging. A sort of acceptance of one’s own vulnerabilty. A free bus pass means you’ve accepted that you’re knackered.

    I shall fight on the beaches etc…


  10. AndyP says:

    … sleep in Belgian gutters etc 😉

  11. Stephen Foster says:

    Have you by any chance got a picture of an old man sleeping in a gutter AP?

  12. OS says:

    You’re just an idle b’stard, Boy.


    M. le etc…

  13. I hope Ollie makes a speedy recovery.

  14. June says:

    Hello…, am I on here?
    I was just looking up to see if you’ve written any more books about Ollie & Dylan Stephen. I got ‘Along came Dylan’ as a Christmas present a cpl of yrs ago, loved it, so ordered Ollie’s one immediately. They still make me happy and laugh, I read some every night b4 I sleep, helps me forgot the worries of the day.
    So many thanks for those books.

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