Ode to my thumb

What was my thumb

Is now a stump

Cause Bunny bit

The nail off it

We've just returned from a week long break in Pevensey Bay (we like going to the seaside in the winter months. It means no one else is there)

Unfortunately, Bunny and Bronx decided to have a turf war on the second night we were there and in the line of duty as peacekeeping task force, half the thumbnail on my right hand was ripped off, so we spent a 4 hour wait in the Eastbourne General Hospital A&E (so that's where all those people who aren't at the beach go...) to get my thumb pickled in antiseptic solution and wrapped in a bandage that now makes it look twice its natural size. On the bright side, I get the perfect excuse not to do the dishes. On the downside, I can't exactly do much else with my usual grace and style

It was a great holiday otherwise though. I'm expecting my purple heart any time now. And we never did find the missing part of the thumbnail, although shortly after the incident Bronx was snuffling around the area and then acting like he had something small and hard stuck in his throat for a short while...

Ironic, isn't it that a couple weeks ago I was posting about how much I like dogs?