The two of us just want to play and try to fight at every opportunity. I’m feeling so much better that I don’t think it will hurt my leg, but Mummy doesn’t believe me. So Mummy keeps finding herself having to break up fights – no easy task as I’ve now got my strength back so can hold my own against my brother.
As I’ve been good for most of the morning, Mummy has just let me have a walk round the garden – on lead, of course, as instructed by the vet:
How’s this for brotherly love?