Harry didn’t get much sleep last night. Neither did we. He didn’t take too well to the protective collar the vet gave us to stop him licking his wound.
Unfortunately, Harry couldn’t quite figure out that now he had the collar on, he was at least twice as wide as he was yesterday. Unable to settle comfortably, he wandered round the kitchen most of the night and kept crashing in to things. Noises really seem to carry at night, and we were sure we were going to come downstairs this morning to find the kitchen totally wrecked, but nothing was out of place.
What we were faced with though, was a very sulky pup and he was all “Hurry up and get this thing off me! I’m hungry! How am I supposed to eat my breakfast with this thing on?” He might be a bit under the weather, but there’s absolutely nothing wrong with his appetite.