Oh dear, I've had to have an emergency operation!

A disaster happened last week - a small growth, lump, whatever, appeared on my toe.  Next thing I know, Dad has me booked into the hospital the next day (helps that he's the boss!) and asked Auntie Jules Pope (the master surgeon) to operate and take away the growthy thing.  She was so kind to me and I know she did a good job because dad was really pleased and it hardly hurt.  Now I have a snazzy bandage on my leg, so cool.

The worst part is not being able to go for walks, but that's OK because I am getting really spoilt with lots of cuddles and treats - like fresh chicken to eat!

Me pretending to look miserable with my baddie foot