The rest of my adventure!!

Crikey ...... did you think I'd forget to tell you the rest of the story??  No way!!  Not ME!!   This is what happened next.   Jen followed me around with a frypan before we went to Dr.  Peter.  I wondered what she was doing and, would you believe, when I went to pee she stuck it under me and caught my pee.   Have you ever heard of such a thing?   When we got to Dr Peter he checked me all over ..... and you all know what THAT involves!!   Hmmmmmmph .... the indignities!!   Fair dinkum .... why do they do that????   AND he sucked me almost dry of my blood.   What the heck!!!!!!!  Then he wanted to keep me overnight.   What was he thinking???   My Jen was having none of that.  Crikey I love her!!   She said she was taking me home and she would watch me like a hawk and if there were any problems she would ring Dr Peter even if it was the middle of the night.   He agreed as he reckoned I would be more stressed staying with him than going home with her and he was dead right there,  aye??   He couldn't find anything wrong with me.  No bruising,  no scratches or cuts ..... nothing!!  BUT I was still bleeding from my penis.  Not as bad as before.  He checked my urine  and it was very dark with lots of blood in it.  He told Jen to get as many samples of my urine as she could and bring me and them back early in the morning.   He said that most dogs he saw with blood in their urine had internal injuries and most had been hit by a car.  BUT there was no sign of any of that on me.   No bruises ... no sore spots.  So off home we went.   I was so tired.  All I wanted to do was sleep and sleep I did.  

Cosy, aye??

Jen had to ring Mum and tell her the story.  She'd been putting it off as she didn't want to worry her but knew she'd be more upset if she didn't know.   Poor Mum wanted to come straight home but Jen convinced her to stay with Dad.  Mum knew I was in good hands.   I was good all night.  Jen did manage to get some more urine samples and each one got lighter and lighter with less blood evident.  The next morning we went back to Dr. Peter and he was quite happy with the way the samples looked  but said he wouldn't be completely happy till the blood tests came back.   Well they did come back later and they were all good.   They still don't know what was wrong with me but feel  I probably got stuck on the top of the gate for a bit and had an internal bleed AND I would have been badly dehydrated as it was such a hot day and I had NOTHING to drink.   How lucky was I??   A whole day on my own and I survived.  Pretty clever,  aye??   Also lucky that it was now the weekend and I didn't have to be left alone again.  Dad was only in hospital for a few days and Mum and Dad got home before Jen had to go to work again.  Crikey it was good to see them and did I ever get a lot of attention.  I thought Mum was going to squeeze me to death.  It' s a wonder I didn't start bleeding from my penis again.  Dad wasn't as lucky as me.  Everything seemed to go well for him but he didn't heal up as well as he should.  He got an infection and had a pretty bad time of it for a while but he's all good again now.  SO ..... we both survived. How good is that??

Recuperating at the river with Dad.  See his dirty old sandshoe.

Wanna run .... Love, Charlie.