Last night I hurt my leg. It hurt so much that I felt very depressed. I had to hop around on three legs instead of four. Auntie Ysabel gave me lots of hugs so I felt much better but it hurt getting up and down off the sofa so I had to stay on the floor all night.

This morning, when Granddad was reading his post, I climbed onto the sofa next to him and he gave me lots of fuss.

I wish my leg felt better. I want to go for a walk.