When I got to the barn, poor Fatty's hair was straight on end, yet he still felt cold and there was a touch of a tremor. I quickly snuggled him into the blanket, and he has been happy ever since.
Like, Fatty, will you ever let me take the blanket back?
Fatty has a history of getting chilled. Glad this time we were able to stave off the chill before it became more serious.
|From the last dental treatment... snug as a donk in a rug!|