Mummy is very pleased with me. We had a bit of wobble when some of my stitches “popped” and my skin died around my wounds, but everything (whilst still a little grotty) is slowly but surely healing up. However I am royally sick of the cone they make me wear. My mum says I have not sense of spacial awareness and therefore keep banging into things. They did try to take me for a small walk today, but when I tried to sniff the floor, I just kept scraping leaves into it. Mum and dad have gone back to work sort-of, but they are workin shorter hours to make sure I am OK. Grandma Dixon and Lola-Mai have even been into see me during the day! As you can see from below, even thought I hate the cone, I look pretty cool in it!
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- Conetastic
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- How cute do I look?
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