the 8th

drama of the day:  woke to get the Radish his breakfast and the hall was a blood bath (this is not hyperbole), we were too worried about Rad to take a pic. but it was horrific, pools of blood everywhere.
visitor of the day:  brother John came to swap presents and have lunch
the rodent saga:  continues

we have no idea what happened to Radish - but he perked up once we stemmed the bleeding which was coming from his lip.  my theory is that we have a rat in the house, and they met.

if anyone has tips for getting dog blood out of a christmas red Mulberry handbag i would be most grateful.