I'm about to do a radio interview about a really difficult subject. A lady awoke from sleep thinking she was being attacked by an intruder. She needed 40 stitches in her face. But there was no intruder, the injury had been caused by her six-year-old rescued Greyhound which has nw been put to sleep.
What happened? Maybe the owner had a seizure? Maybe the dog had a brain tumour? Something must have been different that night when all those before were peaceful.
Am holding waiting to speak. One in seven us share a bed with our dogs, this is something I have never heard of before.
All this before my first cup of peppermint tea. Ugh!