Our poor dog had two surgeries today.
He is currently resting on his bed with an enormous plastic cone around his head feeling very sad and sorry for himself.
Poor little guy. Full of bandages and stitches and a big plastic cone.
You could almost write a country song about it.
In other news, Will is now at that age where I can take him to an indoor play centre and he will confidently stride off on his own to make friends and play without needing me within hand holding distance.
That’s a lovely thing. For both him and me. It’s nice to see him so brave and it’s nice that I can have a cup of tea and do a bit of drawing. I take my sketch book just about everywhere. On the off chance.
Story 1 + Story 2 = today’s illustration…