All that blood - gonna swallow you whole...

[lizblackdog]

You scored as Spike. You scored as Spike. You feel like you're misunderstood. When you care for others, it's deeper than they'll ever know. Though no one thinks you'll change/pull through, you'll show them. </td> Spike 83% Anya 75% Buffy Summers 75% Dawn Summers 67% Xander Harris 54% Willow Rosenberg 42% Rupert Giles 33% Tara Maclay 25% Which Buffy The Vampire Slayer Character Are You Most Like!? created with QuizFarm.com

Can I just say "phwoar!!" Nicked from auriocookie

You scored as Wesley. You're Wesley! Man, you're complex. You may have started off playing by the rules but the world just keeps conspiring against you. Lucky you're so smart. </td> Wesley 88% Angel 88% Gunn 88% Fred 88% Doyle 88% Lorne 88% Connor 50% Cordelia 25% Which Angel Character Are You? created with QuizFarm.com

More phwoar! Will you believe me if I say I didn't fudge the questions on either quiz?

Took the Captain back to the vet this morning - I was worried that his paw wasn't healing as well as it should. There was another Border Collie in the waiting room, a beautiful old gentleman of sixteen called Ben who was whinging and fidgeting worse than Spike usually does. At one point Ben lifted his leg and deliberately peed over his owner's shoes, with the same defiant smartarse grin that Spike always wears when he does that sort of thing (he doesn't make a habit of it, but there've been one or two occasions when he's been unable to resist a little toilet humour) Ben had a bare patch on his muzzle which I thought was why he was there, but it turned out to be from sticking his nose down a hole as a young dog and encountering the sharp end of a badger. He was at the vet's because he was grizzling, fidgety and off his food. He was in the consulting room when I left, and I sent up a silent prayer that he would be all right. Now I have some idea what my Captain might be like in his old age - exactly like he is now, only greyer...

Spike enjoyed the waiting room immensely, because a man came in with an enormous silver tabby cat in a carrier and sat near us. Spike planted himself in front of the cat and didn't move again (except a slight excited tremble of his ears and nose) until it was time to see the vet. On our way out afterwards he approached the cat more closely and stuck his nose into the carrier, provoking a swift feline explosion and a scratched nose, which made his day - he loves it when cats treat him rough.

The vet inspected Spike's paw and told me that it wasn't unusual for pad wounds to take a long time healing, and I shouldn't worry, but she also decided to put off removing the stitches for three days longer, so it wasn't a complete waste of my time and hers - but I'd rather waste the vet's time by worrying too much over something small than fail to worry about something that might turn out to be serious, and most vets I've talked to agree with me. Spike and I walked home, which did a little to diffuse his energy - not nearly enough, but it's the best he's allowed just now, poor lad.

Mum recruited her friend Graham this afternoon to come to B&Q with us and use his Volvo estate to transport my vinyl flooring to the flat (the big rolls for the lounge and the bedroom were too big for Mum's car, so we left it all there to collect later.) As we were heading for the entrance, someone called out to me - it was Ben's owner, who I'd been talking to this morning. I asked what had turned out to be the matter with Ben, and she told me - nothing whatever. Turns out he was pining after next door's bitch in heat. Go Ben!!!