Christmas party / celebration last night. Hang over this morning. Manager got totally rat arsed so yours truly had to look after her and borrow a jumper after she was sick everywhere. Although in all fairness I can understand it, she’s just found out her son is off to Iraq in January.

She was presented with a framed pair of pants – you’ll have to wait for the story behind it – I’ve got a headache.

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Late into work this morning – had to take the dog to the vet’s. Youngest son had taken the two spaniels onto the common for a walk yesterday and Briar got attacked by a rottweiler. He grabbed her on her side and shuck her about. The owner was no where around although son could hear someone calling. He just ran at the dog and belted it with a stick.

I didn’t find any of this out until this morning – I went out straight from work. I can’t believe that Himself didn’t take her to the vets last night – do I have to do everything? Scared the life out of me about son hitting the dog with a stick, it could have turned on him. Thank God it ran away.

Poor Briar – she’s been checked out, they don’t think there’s any internal injuries. She’s been given pain killers and antibiotics and my purse is lighter by £60.00. She’s so scared she doesn’t want to go out. I left her lying on her bed in my Dads flat – he’ll keep an eye on her. She’s not eating anything at the moment – which isn’t like her at all. She’s very stiff and sore, as you would expect. Hopefully when the pain killer kicks in she’ll feel a little more comfortable. If she’s no better tomorrow, I’m taking her back again.