The pooch is here with me and DS this week, as DH is not in a position to look after him. He's a simple soul, the pooch, and puts up with all the strife that DS aims his way.
By the time I came home from meeting Mel (my mum having reassured me that he would be fine with her), he was at the front door, tail waving. Nothing short of a miracle. A follow-up appointment with the vet happened Tuesday afternoon (and another £20): he was also amazed at the difference less than 24 hours had made. A process of elimination occurred and the vet and I were able to piece together what had happened.
On Monday afternoon DS had climbed into the pooch's bed, while the pooch was asleep in it. DS likes to do this in order to fuss the pooch. The pooch tolerates this behaviour. However, DS sitting on the pooch's leg is not a good idea. The end result is a dislocated patella (kneecap) for the pooch. Ouch. He, and we, were lucky that it popped back in of its own accord and without serious damage occurring. And lucky that a vet could see him so quickly and worth the unexpected outlay of £50.
The pooch is giving DS a very wide berth!