Prognosis is good for Mr Monkey

During the Christmas Holiday,

Howie was gifted Mr Monkey

 by my soon to be Daughter In Law.

Shortly after, he was viciously attacked by 

Tubbs, my grand-dog and the stuffing was ripped 

out of his poor little head, leaving a gaping hole.

Mr Monkey was put up out of the way to prevent

more injury and sadly he was forgotten... by me.

Last week I noticed him up in the studio 

oh, so patiently waiting for help and healing.

It was a touch and go surgery and a 

plastic surgeon should have been called in,

because although his brains are back inside,

I'm afraid his nose and eyebrow took the worst of it. 

I carried Mr Monkey downstairs with

 Howie leaping and twirling the entire time.

I no sooner sat on the couch when Howie grabbed him

in what can only be described as an embrace,

 and then proceeded to bathe him and sniff him

stem to stern.

We love who we love