It was my Mum that spotted him, bedraggled and filthy on a stall at Hemswell.
The lady looked wistful as she took my pound coin.
Yes, he had been loved and played with for many-a-year, but I couldn't help but give her an accusatory glance.
You see, (I can barely bring myself to tell you of this heinous act of FP cruelty,) some evil child had CUT OFF HIS EARS!
Who would do that?
As soon as I got home, out came the sewing box and I found the perfect scrap of brown felt.
After a couple of hours of key hole surgery, (Mum wielding pliers and screw drivers and me wiping her brow,) the operation was a complete success.
Snoopy Senior is still in recovery, but I do think that his little rusty spring tail is wagging ever so slightly.
Welcome to the family.
Now why would you want to do that? A crime as awful as a puzzle missing a piece or the spine of a book being broken. Am glad he has found you!
ReplyDeletelove, love, love, love. totally and utterly
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Oh my ... am so pleased he can hear again now ... Sarah x
ReplyDeletemuch better to rescue a pup than to get a new one.
ReplyDeletegood on ya
I knew all you ladies had soul!
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