I WAS really worried about Tricki this time. I had pulled up my car
when I saw him in the street with his mistress and I was shocked at
his appearance. He had become hugely fat, like a bloated sausage with
a leg at each corner. His eyes, bloodshot and rheumy, stared straight
ahead and his tongue lolled from his jaws.
1. Who was Tricki?
2. What shocked the speaker about Tricki?
Mrs Pumphrey hastened to explain, “He was so listless, Mr Herriot.
He seemed to have no energy. I thought he must be suffering from
malnutrition, so I have been giving him some little extras between
meals to build him up, some malt and cod-liver oil and a bowl of
Horlicks at night to make him sleep — nothing much really.”
What was Mrs. Pumphrey observation of Tricki?
Who is the owner of Tricki?
What was Mr. Herriot's guess about Tricki's illness?
To infuse energy, what extra diet was given in supplement to main diet?
“And did you cut down on the sweet things as I told you?”
“Oh, I did for a bit, but he seemed to be so weak I had to relent. He
does love cream cakes and chocolates so. I can’t bear to refuse him.”
I looked down again at the little dog. That was the trouble. Tricki’s
only fault was greed. He had never been known to refuse food; he
would tackle a meal at any hour of the day or night. And I wondered
about all the things Mrs Pumphrey hadn’t mentioned.
Why didn't Mrs Pumohrey stop giving sweet to Tricki?
What is the favourite food of Tricki?
What was Tricki's fault according to his owner?
What was Tricki's fault according to his owner?
“Are you giving him plenty of exercise?”
“Well, he has his little walks with me as you can see, but Hodgkin,
the gardener, has been down with lumbago, so there has been no
ring-throwing lately.”
Was the dog made to exercise?
What was the problem with the gardener?
What kind of illness is Lumbago?
I tried to sound severe: “Now I really mean this. If you don’t cut his
food right down and give him more exercise he is going to be really ill.
You must harden your heart and keep him on a very strict diet.”
Mrs Pumphrey wrung her hands. “Oh I will, Mr Herriot. I’m sure
you are right, but it is so difficult, so very difficult.” She set off, head
down, along the road, as if determined to put the new regime into
practice immediately.
What was the doctor's strict advise?
Why did Mrs Pumphrey wrung her hands?
Why was it so difficult for Mrs Pumphrey to cut down Tricki's diet?
I watched their progress with growing concern. Tricki was tottering
along in his little tweed coat; he had a whole wardrobe of these coats —
for the cold weather and a raincoat for the wet days. He struggled on,
drooping in his harness. I thought it wouldn’t be long before I heard
from Mrs Pumphrey.
What is tottering?
What kind of treatment Tricki was getting from his mistress?
What did the doctor expect to hear from Mrs. Pumphrey?
The expected call came within a few days. Mrs Pumphrey was
distraught. Tricki would eat nothing. Refused even his favourite dishes;
and besides, he had bouts of vomiting. He spent all his time lying on a
rug, panting. Didn’t want to go for walks, didn’t want to do anything.
I had made my plans in advance. The only way was to get Tricki out
of the house for a period. I suggested that he be hospitalised for about
a fortnight to be kept under observation.
What new problem Tricki landed into?
What was the final plan of doctor?
The poor lady almost swooned. She was sure he would pine and die
if he did not see her every day.
But I took a firm line. Tricki was very ill and this was the only way
to save him; in fact, I thought it best to take him without delay and,
followed by Mrs Pumphrey’s wailings, I marched out to the car carrying
the little dog wrapped in a blanket.
What made Mrs. Pumphrey to get swooned?
The entire staff was roused and maids rushed in and out bringing
his day bed, his night bed, favourite cushions, toys and rubber rings,
breakfast bowl, lunch bowl, supper bowl. Realising that my car would
never hold all the stuff, I started to drive away. As I moved off, Mrs
Pumphrey, with a despairing cry, threw an armful of the little coats
through the window. I looked in the mirror before I turned the corner
of the drive; everybody was in tears.
What royal treatment Tricki was receiving at Mrs. Pumphreys?
Out on the road, I glanced down at the pathetic little animal gasping
on the seat by my side. I patted the head and Tricki made a brave
effort to wag his tail. “Poor old lad,” I said. “You haven’t a kick in you
but I think I know a cure for you.”
What do you understand by the doctor's remark, "“You haven’t a kick in you
but I think I know a cure for you.”?
At the surgery, the household dogs surged round me. Tricki looked
down at the noisy pack with dull eyes and, when put down, lay motionless
on the carpet. The other dogs, after sniffing round him for a few seconds,
decided he was an uninteresting object and ignored him.
What was Tricki's condition when it was brought to the hospital?
How did the other dogs take Tricki as?
I made up a bed for him in a warm loose box next to the one where
the other dogs slept. For two days I kept an eye on him, giving him no
food but plenty of water. At the end of the second day he started to
show some interest in his surroundings and on the third he began to
whimper when he heard the dogs in the yard.
What treatment the dog received for first two days?
What change he got over by the third day?
What do you mean by 'WHIMPER'?
When I opened the door, Tricki trotted out and was immediately
engulfed by Joe, the greyhound, and his friends. After rolling him over
and thoroughly inspecting him, the dogs moved off down the garden.
Tricki followed them, rolling slightly with his surplus fat.
Later that day, I was present at feeding time. I watched while Tristan
slopped the food into the bowls. There was the usual headlong rush
followed by the sounds of high-speed eating; every dog knew that if he
fell behind the others he was liable to have some competition for the
last part of his meal.
Why do dogs usually have a headlong rush of high-speed eating?
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 was
put 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 treatment
of any kind but all day he ran about with the dogs, joining in their
friendly scrimmages. He discovered the joys of being bowled over, tramped
on and squashed every few minutes. He became an accepted member of
the gang, an unlikely, silky little object among the shaggy crew, fighting
like 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.
What do you mean by 'jostle for something'?
Did Tricki receive medicinal treatment?Why? Why not?
Find the word means as 'confused struggle or fight'.
All the while, Mrs Pumphrey hovered anxiously in the background,
ringing a dozen times a day for the latest bulletins. I dodged the
questions about whether his cushions were being turned regularly or
his correct coat worn according to the weather; but I was able to tell
her 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 up
Tricki’s strength. For a happy period my partners and I had two eggs
each for breakfast, but when the bottles of wine began to arrive, the
real possibilities of the situation began to dawn on the household.
It was to enrich Tricki’s blood. Lunch became a ceremonial occasion
with two glasses of wine before and several during the meal.
What was Mrs. Pumphrey's condition in the absence of Tricki at home?
What questions did the doctor have to dodge from Mrs Pumphrey?
Find the word meaning same as 'to spend time getting your health and strength back after an illness?
Why did Mrs. Pumphrey started sending dozens of eggs and liters of wine to the hospital?
Why had the food time become the ceremonial occasion?
We could hardly believe it when the brandy came to put a final edge
on Tricki’s constitution. For a few nights the fine spirit was rolled
around, inhaled and reverently drunk.
They were days of deep content, starting well with the extra egg in
the morning, improved and sustained by the midday wine and finishing
luxuriously round the fire with the brandy.
It was a temptation to keep Tricki on as a permanent guest, but
I knew Mrs Pumphrey was suffering and after a fortnight, felt
compelled to phone and tell her that the little dog had recovered
and was awaiting collection.
What tempted the doctor to keep Tricki as a permanent guest?
Dont you think the doctor kept the dog hospitalized with little extension?WHY?
Within minutes, about thirty feet of gleaming black metal drew up
outside the surgery. The chauffeur opened the door and I could just
make out the figure of Mrs Pumphrey almost lost in the interior. Her
hands were tightly clasped in front of her; her lips trembled. “Oh, Mr
Herriot, 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 go
and fetch him.”
What does the thirty feet of gleaming black metal reveal about the financial condition of Mrs. Pumphrey?
Who is a chauffeur?
I walked through the house into the garden. A mass of dogs was
hurtling round and round the lawn and in their midst, ears flapping,
tail waving, was the little golden figure of Tricki. In two weeks he had
been transformed into a lithe, hard-muscled animal; he was keeping
up well with the pack, stretching out in great bounds, his chest almost
brushing the ground.
I carried him back along the passage to the front of the house. The
chauffeur was still holding the car door open and when Tricki saw his
mistress he took off from my arms in a tremendous leap and sailed
into Mrs Pumphrey’s lap. She gave a startled “Ooh!” And then had to
defend 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 the
car moved away, Mrs Pumphrey leaned out of the window. Tears shone
in her eyes. Her lips trembled.
“Oh, Mr Herriot,” she cried, “how can I ever thank you? This is a
triumph of surgery!”
JAMES HERRIOT
What do you mean by the word 'lithe'?
What change did the two-week brought over Tricki?
How had Tricki greeted his Mistress?
Why does Mrs. Pumphrey say it as a triumph of surgery? though there had not been any surgery so far?
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