An apology

In a recent post I may have given the impression that I thought Arthur dog was a bit of a wuss. Far too many canine histrionics even if he did half rip out his claw. Except he didn’t. He actually broke his little toe – broke as in completely disconnected from the rest of his skeletal skeleton. Ouch. It’s now been amputated so that’s another bit of Arthur gone missing – it’ll match his demi-ear. The vet was amazed that he didn’t howl all the way down the autoroute so I’m afraid I’ve sorely misjudged him. He’s now hopping around merrily fuelled by some huge yellow happy pills. I’m wondering if he’ll miss any...