My Christmas present was a gaping chest wound from old mate here. Was about to jump on a plane to see family and friends when I saw his chest wide open with a hole through his chest plate. This was after he had taken the time to eat breakfast. He wasn't complaining and is usually sad when I leave, but I had a dream before I woke that he was asking me to stay. Well turns out he needed me to stay and my Christmas plans got cancelled, plus hit with a massive vet bill. Keeping this guy sedate is impossible, but a 40 degree Christmas Day nearly saw the end of him cause his lungs were half their usual size. But he's jumping on my bed in the morning again, using my balls as a springboard and raring to go again. This guy is resilient as all hell - he's a beast like his dad 💪🏻 so he's gonna be ok I'm thinking. This is an embarrassing photo of his "chest nappy" as we call it. The wound is still open a I gotta protect it so he can move around. The Elizabethan collar was killing him.