Nicki, Peechay's owner to be, came over to see him this morning and we did a little work with him and Indiana. He hasn't had his headcollar on more than ten times so we did some leading work, picked up his feet and gave him a little brush. Nicki is desperate to take him home but also wants him to stay with me for as long as possible while he has got Indiana for company. I think we will put a bow on him in the middle of March and take him over to hers where he will have Maverick and Silver to play with. In the meantime the poor lad has got an important rendezvous with the vet.
Chancer's sarcoid is much much smaller now and we have to decide whether he needs a final, 7th, injection or not. The insurance company agreed to pay for the treatment but only for a year since it was very first noticed. After that we are on our own.
