Monsieur Balto had to have a little surgery last Friday. We've been experimenting with various socks with the toes cut off, to cover the wound and stop him picking out the stitches, but the little Houdini managed to removed them all and made a bit of a mess of it all. I was assisted by various family members, who held the squirming boy still, and administered bits of cheese and other treats, while I applied several layers of dressings to his leg. He initially hobbled like a wounded soldier, but then forgot about his limp once he saw our supper being served. I am happy to say, the patient is resting comfortably and despite a few sorrowful whimpers the first night (Girl Child lay down with him on his pillow on the kitchen floor until he fell asleep), he is soaking up the extra loving and recuperating nicely.