That's one small step for Milo...

This is probably the longest period of time I have ever left between my blog entries. And there are a few, unexciting, reasons for this. I have just finished a 12 day stint at my very exciting (not) job. Prior to that I contracted a pretty gruesome head cold and was dosed up with medication for a while. Also, it being the 'month' of fireworks, I have spent most evenings trying to console poor terrified Milo. He hears them well into the distance and has to find a hiding place until morning, here he just cowers and shakes all night. I usually cover him with a blanket and play soft music for him, other than that there isn't much else I can do for him. As if that wasn't bad enough for poor Milo, this week he started limping, badly. His limp was so bad he was walking with only three of his legs. After spending all night watching him struggle to even sleep I took him to the vet.
He remained at the surgery for most of the day and when I went to collect him I was presented with a bill for £520 and told "nothing is broken, but we're not sure what is wrong with his paw"...
He is now sporting a trendy little moon boot, has a bottle of painkillers and a ten day course of antibiotics. He has now taken to walking around the house like Neil Armstrong.

So, not been a good few weeks for Milo and Me. But on a good note, Milo is receiving more love than usual from everybody, and I got to see my future Granddaughter punching a few high fives out of her mummy's tummy.

This week, I've even managed to write a few more chapters in my Book Two. Although, I've also just discovered the series 'American Horror Story' on Netflix and am quite addicted to the weird and wonderful world it portrays...

Remembering all the War Heroes today...

Milo's Moon Boot...

One of Milo's safe places...

My own American Horror Story...