The Hedge-Piglet!

Isn't he lovely?

Amazingly he was still alive this morning, and so I took him to work, reminding myself that I was no longer a veterinary nurse, but a dental nurse! He was in the car, wrapped up with a hot water bottle and at lunch time I gave him water and beaten egg by syringe, which he seemed keen to take.

Tonight he's been doing his high pitched squeaking again, which I take to mean "more food!" so he's had some more cat food too. Thanks for everyone's kind wishes for him - will keep you all posted as to how he gets on.

After tea Ollie and I went down to the beach, in the thick haar/mist. The tide was in so we couldn't walk along the beach, and the long grass at the top of the beach was soaking so we both came home very wet! Aroma of damp dog is an acquired taste!