I've got my beady eye on you!

Baxter is in an amber state of alert since we came home. First there was the dreaded bath with f-l-e-a shampoo, then this dreadful person called Dave the Vet removed the t-i-c-k-s. Poor boy has a sore nose and ear. So he's skulking round trying to remain anonymous in case there are any more atrocities ahead (which is difficult when you are a dog with wind!).