Nobody told Minnie

... that she was supposed to be poorly. Here she is sporting her latest little black number which is in fact a child's T shirt that I got from the charity shop. It is supposed to be to stop her licking and worrying her wound but that's as yet to be seen. Although the wound looks like a belly pork joint waiting to go into the oven it is nice and clean and the vet is very pleased. She will not slow down, is always hungry and scrounging for biscuits. We are doing our best to keep her still [ish] and she is most put out that her daily walk only amounts to a quick round the block on the lead.

To keep myself occupied and to calm my jitters I have taken out my knitting needles again. I used to do loads of knitting when L was small and Kaffe Fasset was all the rage but it sort of petered out. My latest effort is the sheep in the picture. This was only a test piece and was not done using the correct wool but I think he's quite cute. He has a rustic, primitive sort of air.