DATE: <$BlogItemDate$> 6/16/2007 08:46:00 PM
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    <div style="clear:both;"></div>This neck is becoming a problem. Each morning, is seizes up a little more and this morning it took a whole hour to summon up the courage to roll out of bed and hobble, Frankenstein's monster-like to the bathroom for a piss.

Fortunately NHS 24 came to the rescue and I got booked into the hospital for an emergency once-over. The visit consisted of "Well there's not much we can do but wait for it to get better. Buy stronger pain-killers. That'll help".

It might not have been the euthanasia media event I was hoping for to scream my pain to the world, but it was certainly the best advice so far. Today has been a day driven by a coctail of co-codamol and iboprofen and I gotta tell you, those little pills are magic. I'm almost normal feeling.

And that's good because it meant we got to go out to the local park where there was a fair going on with the usual park fair stalls and kiddie attractions.

Best part was the dog show which had a "Best in pedigree" contest just starting. We decided that it'd be a laugh to enter, but some pesky little daschund beat our puppy to the covetted rosette.

Never mind, because forty-five minutes later there was another category - "Dog that the judges would most like to take home". That puppy knew exactly what to do - rolling over wanting his tummy rubbed and acting as playful as you like. And wouldn't you believe it, we are now the proud owners of a first-place red rosette, a toy rabbit and a bag of premiere dog food. We are also, of course, the proud owners of a prize-winning puppy.

The cynical side of me has taken to calling it the "Dog most likely to be stolen award", so there is talk of getting him chipped pretty soon. Round of applause though please, for Bailey.<div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div>
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