As Foxy is now ten weeks old, she went to the vets today for her first jabs. A journey of one hour each way. Two miles down the road, with another 34 to go, whe was sick. Then she started whining, then she was sick again, then she started crying, then she was sick again, then she started screaming, then she wet herself, then did a poo - and she'd scraped at her blanket to try to cover it all, so she had it all over her feet and legs. Half way to the vets I stopped and cleaned the cage and changed her blanket. By the time we reached Stornoway she had been sick again and was drooling. The vet gave her a check-up before he injected her - and guess what - he pronounced her fit and healthy, she acted as if nothing was wrong nor ever had been, perfect bouncy little puppy :- " The journey back went better, but sick again. She is quite subdued now and for once I have a few minutes Foxy-free. No! I won't smile for you.