With a month to wait before her surgery Baggy's life went vaguely back to normal. Kind of. Well not really terribly normal. But there were some good memories in amongst the stress. One such, was a weekend morning. Baggy and Calum were having a well-deserved lie in. Minty Mutt started a full-on guard bark. Baggy vaguely discerned a knocking noise, in between woofs. Calum shot (well hobbled) down our ridiculously steep stairs. Opened the front door a crack and stuck his head round. Delivery man needing a signature. Calum took the machine to sign. Minty Mutt, still woofing, shot past Calum through the gap, out of the door. Calum shot after him to stop him. The delivery man looked absolutely horrified. Nope, not at the seven-stone German Shepherd charging towards him. No, horrified at the nineteen-stone completely stark...

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