So, we go to the hospital to collect Penny...
Instructed to make very sure she has a bland diet, so she can recover successfully. We leave...
Oh, no, what is this? She has snaffled a piece of popcorn in the carpark! Grab it out of her mouth, successful because she's not really all that ready to eat. I think it's just a habit to grab anything remotely edible.
In the car. Home.
Check out the bowl to see whether there's any food. Yes, a tiny little serve of boiled chicken and rice.
Out to the backyard to see if she will have a bowel motion. (Why does dog hospitalisation always seem to end up focused on that all-important evidence that the gut still works?)
What's this? A spot on the back lawn with three-day old vomit. How nice. But her super-clever human - me - has taken the precaution of digging over the spot in preparation for Penny's homecoming. Nothing much to be grabbed, except perhaps a smidgen of disgusting soil.
Oh, well, maybe lie down for a little rest, near the delicious smell.
And it's tricky to get anything nice if your human plonks a container of old gardening pots on top of the best place.
At last, a bowel motion! (I'll spare you the video I took of this, dear reader.)
So, inside to rest at the window and check out the neighbourhood.