:: poor bertie

Bertie had a terrible time yesterday -- an actual live baby came to visit. He was overwhelmed with outrage and horror, but managed not to lose his head and didn't bark, just huffed and paced and rolled his eyes a lot.

Then in the afternoon, someone threw a rock at him. I didn't see who it was, I was too busy controlling Bertie, who was screaming with fear and pain. Luckily he was on the lead, otherwise I'm sure he would have tried to run home. He's got a huge bruise on the inside of one of his back legs, just by his "knee" -- no padding there whatsoever, no wonder he was shrieking. It's still sore today, so he's been on short walks and plenty of sympathy.

While we're on the subject, here's a nice pic of him:



Isn't it a great photo! It took about ten duff shots to get that one but it was worth the wait. Here's another one, a rare picture of him on the lawn:



Oh and go on, here's an update on my garden: