Let’s see, something like one week ago, Holly had a really really nasty brush with death. Mum didn’t see her and ran over her leg. Yes, over her. I stopped her just in time before Holly became history.
Right now, she’s in a friggin splint. I like to call it her lolly pop stick & she’s just had her stitches removed a few hours ago. Never mind the fact that she’s lost heckuva lot of weight, she barely registered on the weighing scale yesterday. Give her another week or so and she’ll be galopping around the place again, I’m sure. Anyways, pictures :)