what was mrs pumphreys reaction after hearing trickis good health
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Mrs. Pumpherty had a bad reaction to see that Tricky was showing little enthusiasm for exertion for he needed it considering his condition was growing bad. Explanation: Thricky is the dog who fell ill and had no energy.
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When they had finished, Tricki took a walk round the shining bowls,licking casually inside one or two of them. Next day, an extra bowl wasput out for him and I was pleased to see him jostling his way towards it.From then on, his progress was rapid. He had no medicinal treatmentof any kind but all day he ran about with the dogs, joining in theirfriendly scrimmages. He discovered the joys of being bowled over, trampedon and squashed every few minutes. He became an accepted member ofthe gang, an unlikely, silky little object among the shaggy crew, fightinglike a tiger for his share at mealtimes and hunting rats in the old hen-house at night. He had never had such a time in his life.All the while, Mrs Pumphrey hovered anxiously in the background,ringing a dozen times a day for the latest bulletins. I dodged thequestions about whether his cushions were being turned regularly orhis correct coat worn according to the weather; but I was able to tellher that the little fellow was out of danger and convalescing rapidly.The word ‘convalescing’ seemed to do something to Mrs Pumphrey.She started to bring round fresh eggs, two dozen at a time, to build upTricki’s strength. For a happy period my partners and I had two eggseach for breakfast, but when the bottles of wine began to arrive, thereal possibilities of the situation began to dawn on the household.It was to enrich Tricki’s blood. Lunch became a ceremonial occasionwith two glasses of wine before and several during the meal.
We could hardly believe it when the brandy came to put a final edgeon Tricki’s constitution. For a few nights the fine spirit was rolledaround, inhaled and reverently drunk.They were days of deep content, starting well with the extra egg inthe morning, improved and sustained by the midday wine and finishingluxuriously round the fire with the brandy.It was a temptation to keep Tricki on as a permanent guest, butI knew Mrs Pumphrey was suffering and after a fortnight, feltcompelled to phone and tell her that the little dog had recoveredand was awaiting collection.Within minutes, about thirty feet of gleaming black metal drew upoutside the surgery. The chauffeur opened the door and I could justmake out the figure of Mrs Pumphrey almost lost in the interior. Herhands were tightly clasped in front of her; her lips trembled. “Oh, MrHerriot, do tell me the truth. Is he really better?”“Yes, he’s fine. There’s no need for you to get out of the car — I’ll goand fetch him.”I walked through the house into the garden. A mass of dogs washurtling round and round the lawn and in their midst, ears flapping,tail waving, was the little golden figure of Tricki. In two weeks he hadbeen transformed into a lithe, hard-muscled animal; he was keepingup well with the pack, stretching out in great bounds, his chest almostbrushing the ground.I carried him back along the passage to the front of the house. Thechauffeur was still holding the car door open and when Tricki saw hismistress he took off from my arms in a tremendous leap and sailedinto Mrs Pumphrey’s lap. She gave a startled “Ooh!” And then had todefend herself as he swarmed over her, licking her face and barking.During the excitement, I helped the chauffeur to bring out the beds,toys, cushions, coats and bowls, none of which had been used. As thecar moved away, Mrs Pumphrey leaned out of the window. Tears shonein her eyes. Her lips trembled.“Oh, Mr Herriot,” she cried, “how can I ever thank you? This is atriumph of surgery!”