In the waiting room

Boris is on the list this morning, the theatre list.

Nope it’s not some hangover from the Edinburgh Fringe and it’s a one dog show about life, the dogaverse and everything.

He’s on the vets surgical theatre list for oral surgery, bits needing cut and other bits removed.

In the meantime his “relatives” do what you do in any “waiting room”, (although for us that’s home). You drink tea, read and keep busy until you get the call that all is done and he’s ready to be collected.