If He Runs Too Fast, He'll Start a Fire

Here's another photo of Arthur in his convalescence - I call his leg a golf club, while my sister refers to it as a matchstick. Needless to say, he is not humored by our comments.

My sister ended up rewrapping the gauze underneath the sock because the club was just too awkward - too much gauze. And to Arthur's credit, he didn't spazz out like he usually does when you touch his paws, although he craned his neck as far away as possible while she was doing it - kind of like I do when I'm getting a vaccination.


It's much better now.