It's brotherly love

Every day for almost their entire lives, Harry and Piglet have insisted on sharing a bed despite there being at least one each. And every day they grumble at each other as they settle down and get comfy (“Ouch! Mind your elbow” “Budge over a bit then, fatso” etc etc). So why yesterday evening, as the normal swearing went on, was there a sudden squeal from Harry, who shot out of the favoured bed (where he’d been first and Piglet had been getting in) and retreated to another one, cursing under his breath and glaring daggers at Piglet? Later on they both came into the sitting room to sit by the fire, but they weren’t their usual happy selves, and Piglet was sniffing at Harry’s shoulder, then leaping back with a horrified expression when he saw what he’d done:

I’m sure it was an accident, but it still meant a vet visit this morning, where Uncle Russ managed to thoroughly perforate Harry in attempting to staple the wound, rather than do a GA and stitches. Stitches are more secure, but the risk, not to mention expense of a GA, mean that it’s something to be avoided if possible. Russ’s parting comment of “Bring him back in if it all falls apart” didn’t exactly fill me with confidence, but so far, so good. So now it’s lead walking for 10 days. Harry’s not impressed at all! But they still love each other really.