Flossie had the end of her torn toe trimmed yesterday. I won't show you; it's a small wound, but a bit stomach-churning.
The sedative took rather a long time to wear off; she couldn't quite sit up straight, and had to lean against the radiator, drooling a little and gazing into space.
She wasn't impressed with the sock, either.
Much nicer to sit on the Lovely Son instead and bask in all the love and sympathy.
Today? Back to normal. No swimming though.
Too bad she has to wear both the sock and a plastic bag to go out for walks.
She rustles gently when she walks, as though she was wearing nylons. Swish swish swish......