This evening while doing chores, Bobby noticed a cut on Pokey’s rump. On closer examination it was easy to see we needed stitches. Bobby found a staple where it shouldn’t have been which was evidently the culprit.
We are blessed here with a good country vet- you know, all the James Herriot stories?
I called and explained our problem. His response was, ‘Oh Lordy, we’ll have to sew that up.” He came as soon as he could and spent about an hour sewing some muscle and lots of skin. I didn’t watch – but I got a few pictures.
The Jolly Jumble 