Poooooooooor Scrumpy.
Wicked Mummy won the battle of 'shall we spay her or shan't we?' versus Kind Daddy and our four legged canine whirlwind was whisked off to see the nice vet man last Friday.
If you'v ever wondered if a dog can communicate their feelings, you should have seen the 'you did this to me' looks we got from her when we picked her up!
Just been back to the vets for her check up, where they removed the peeling-off large sticking plaster down her shaved abdomen as the scar now needs to heal in the air. But as Scrumpy of course is desperate to either lick this or scratch the hell out of it with her powerful back legs, a new - and equally desperate – approach has had to be deployed.
Yup – meet Shirty (in more ways than one) Scrumpy. A triumph of t-shirt over lickability. Although no, I have no idea how she's going to go to the loo either. For 10 LOOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGG days….