Last week the paed said yes to Ivy having her nasogastric tube out for the second week of the school holidays
while we escape to the beach, to do not much at all
except soak up the sun and each other
but Harry the dog had better ideas.
He was so happy to see the girl when she went over for a playdate with her best friend
that he high fived her in the face
and caught the tube with his beautiful big paw
and pulled it out.
Just like that.
Ivy flew out of the door in a mass of stricken panic
but there was nothing for it but to pull the thing off her cheek, along with the tapes that held it there.
Her lovely doctor emailed me when I queried the need for the replacement, saying she could have the whole of the school break tube free,
as long as she didn’t lose too much weight.
The small girl was ecstatic;
“wow, Harry really did me a big favour,” she said when I told her the good news.
He sure did.