Thanks for the celery tip - was going to just give him a stick to chew on - oops!

I will continue to post Flynns diary as it's my own personal one that I wanted to share. I'm looking forward to this time next year when I can say "Do you remember when Flynn came home from his op........." and just reflect on all that happened and breathe a sigh of relief.

Long story, cut short.
Flynn was two last May, concievd by my own dogs while I was in hospital, wasn't told by the "sitter" and only discovered when my girl put on weight. I divorced the "sitter" and raised eight Mallie pups. Didn't intend to keep any but Flynn chose me, the only one who would sleep on the sofa with me.
I health tested my dogs as soon as I could and have lived in fear ever since as both showed slight dysplasia, though neither parents have problems and thankfully none of the other pups do, some working.
I believe Flynn chose me because he had problems I didn't know and knew i'd care for him in every way I could. Have felt so guilty over Flynn (the whole litter really) and he's the love of my life, have slept on the sofa ever since the day he was born and couldn't imagine my life without him, that's my bedroom now.

Have constant contact with his brothers and his only sister and both mum and dad are now neutered/spayed, as are all of the pups, the girl and one boy before they left me.
Irresponsible breeding is terrible and i'd never have wanted to contribute to such a litter especialy as I loved them all so much. Still at least the "poorly" one stayed with me and i'm so thankful that I got to keep this very special boy.