Yesterday we met up with Auntie Debbie and some of her boys for a walk before she and Mum went for a belated birthday lunch. Fergus and Duggie had come along for the walk as well as another dog that at first I didn't recognise ... then I realised it was my mate Max.
I should explain why I didn't recognise Max .... the poor boy had an accident last week when he was out working and cut his front leg very badly. He had to have a visit to the vet followed by some stitches, and because of all that, he had to wear one of those bucket collar thingys. Luckily for him, he didn't have to wear one of those nasty rigid ones that make a big noise every time you bang into something - his was nice and soft and squidgy, but it still looked a bit strange at first sight!
He does very well with it on (although he has to turn his whole body if he wants to look sideways which is quite funny) and only has to wear it for a few more days as he had his stitches out yesterday morning. I bet he's looking forward to going back to work!
