Yesterday I had a visit to the vetandhairyman for a blood test to see if me kidneys were ok cos they had been a bit poorly. First of all there was no brekkie which was made worse cos the heffalump had hers and she is noisier chewing food than the noisiest chewer on national noisy chewing day.

We drove down to the surgery and they asked if I'd stay outside until Luc the vetandhairyman was ready. This is cos they don't want me sitting around for ages or slipping on the floor wiv me poorly legs so I stayed in the car with the boot open.

Well imagine my suprisicals when he decided that it would be easier just taking the blood while I was sitting in the back of the car all comfy and at the right height.

So out came a procession of Mr Vetandhairyman followed by two nurses carrying the shaver, the needles and and bowl to put everything in. This was a great hopportunity for kisses as there were lots of heads at pandacow tongue height but Luc was dodging and weaving like Cassiearse Clay on the ropes and I couldn't land a proper smacker.

It went ok but Luc felt I needed holding a bit betterer so Pauline, one of the nurses climbed into the back of the car wiv me. That was easy pickings and she got totally Monty'd while the needle got stuck in me leg a foo times.

When it was finished Luc bent down to put a bandage on me leg and that was it...MWAH. Euston we have touch down.

Nurse Pauline eventually got out but it's not easy and she was creaking and groaning a bit, but that's ok cos I'm used to the hairy hippo and she does that all the time.

Blood test results are good and me kidneys are betterer so back to the treats for me. Here's me lickin me poorly leg for extra sympafee. Sniff, Sniff.