Poorly pup

Murphy was diagnosed with kennel cough on Saturday at our latest trip to the vets. I say 'latest' because it feels as if we're never away from the place. Anyway his cough seems to be subsiding since being prescribed antibiotics and is marginally less horrifying in that it no longer sounds like he's choking to death. Poor wee mite isn't quite himself though so he's been given an extra big dose of TLC. Lots of cuddles and scrummy posh tinned food which looks more appetising than some of the concoctions I rustle up for Mr iswhatitis. Anyway here he is snuggling into his most favourite toy Mr Sheepies, and has been lovingly tucked up in a blanket. Wee soul.