So I was back at the vet’s again yesterday, to check my bad ear. Mum hoped that I would stand still for the vet and she tried to hold my jaw but I was not happy. Out came the muzzle, and I was still struggling. Mum and the vet piled on to me – gently of course – so that he could examine my ear. His cufflinks then got caught in my bushy tail, serves him right.