My Uncle Fergus is home from the V.E.T. and is feeling much better.
They aren't sure what was wrong, but that maybe he picked up a tummy bug from the groomer's.
To celebrate his good health we thought we would share some photo of him as a young fella (he's 10 now).
This is my small human's mummy, when she was 14, and my human, when she was 18 (she is holding Fergus).
Fergus joined the family when he was 6 months old in 2001 (when my human was 16) he wasn't the first scottie in the family (or the first one named Fergus), my human and her sister saved up all their pocket money to buy him, it took them years and years.
|"I have not been digging a hole..."|
He's a bit older now and his coat's not quite as black as it was, and he lives with Cushings.
I hope he stays healthy for a long time to come!!