26/01/2026
A bit of a rough start to the week over here, so I thought I’d share a little Bobby update — and also try to find the funny side where I can.
Sadly, Bobby does need the surgery after all. Since coming off his steroids on Friday, he’s had another vagal collapse this morning and has regressed slightly, so it’s very clear now that surgery is definitely indicated. I’m hoping he’ll go in this week, although I’m still waiting on confirmation from the specialist vets, which has been… a little frustrating on the communication front.
For those who don’t know, I live alone with my son, so there’s no backup at home when things go sideways. This morning looked like: a dog who’d just collapsed due to hypoxia, PE kits and lunchboxes to pack, breakfast to make, teeth brushed, hair done, trying to get my son to school — all while on the phone to the vets.
Huge shout-out to Wood Farm Vets, especially Shannade who called me before opening hours to try and help sort Bobby and Hannah who is, as always, amazing - both have been absolutely wonderful throughout all of this. Having kind, conscientious vets in your corner makes such a difference when you’re in the thick of it.
In between calls to Granta, I dropped my dogs at my mum’s so she could keep an eye on Bobby, got my son to school, then had to swap cars because the hire car I’ve got for work isn’t big enough… and somewhere in all that chaos, I forgot to change my footwear.
So there I was, freezing cold, muddy Monday morning, heading out to see equine patients… layered up in a vest, thermal top, T-shirt, fleece, two pairs of trousers including a fleece lined pair and a coat — but on my feet?
Crocs.
Sometimes all you can do with these curveballs is laugh, crack on, and hope tomorrow involves fewer medical emergencies and more appropriate footwear.
(Photo taken at the exact moment I realised I was about to step out into the mud in Crocs 🫠)
