After rushing our little spaniel to the veterinary hospital on the usual bank holiday emergency basis upon which all animals seem to get sick, we were held up by the most extraordinary fracas.
The builder boyfriend carried her in, wrapped in a blanket, and we sat ourselves down anxiously to wait.
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