Well now. Saint Rasso is the Patron Saint of this kind of thing apparently, so if he's listening this morning, please send lots of help for our little Pedders. Poop Poop! I have got to say, nothing pleases me more than to hear Aunty T has now become a mummy again! Bless you Teresa, 'cos you are one absolute treasure of a woman.
You are magic!!
Paddy is resting, 'cos he's been with the little feller all night, so I understand. And he was so anxious, he threw up in the bathroom in the early hours and his poor tummy was gurgling fit to burst. I gave him some reiki, and within an hour it had settled down, but Paddy says it wasn't just for him, it was his little mate, as well
He'll be along later to add his two penn'orth.
Oh hang on a sec.....
'Allo Pedders, me lil buddy. Wot a night, eh? I hardly got no sleep. You fidget, didja knows dat?
Anyways, I finks yoo is put tergevva jus' right. S'not yer fawlt der inside bits not quite perfick, but yoo is der lil belter. (dat means ded gud in Geordie
) D'ese men vets dey not be as gud ter look at as d'becca and der luvverly Caroline wiv d'escape platt. I dunt look at my vet. Nope. Oh ye - poop poop, Pedders. Gotta try real hard, okay? PPPPPrrrffpppt. See ya later. Off for a nap now.
Unkel Paddy xxx
PS (Can I still be yer Unkel now yoo's offisherly a Paws Inn Resident?
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