Mum tickling me until I wriggle
So Dad changed my nappy this afternoon. And did his tax return, whatever that is. He seemed happy enough - apparently this hotel I'm in is rather expensive but paid for by his taxes - so he's stopped whinging.
My health - breathing is a bit easier and oxygen requirements are down so that's all good. And I'm tolerating Mum's milk so the lovely nurses are upping my 'dose'. No signs of infection anywhere and generally all is well.
The only risk is that because I'm being so well and simply yummy M&D are getting more nervous about the next bit of bad news, whenever that may come.
And now for some photos to give you a sense of my mightiness - small, but mighty!
|Mighty puds (for non-Eccles: Puds=paws)|
|My little shades|
Love Arthur, x