This evening just before Hugo went to bed, he was walking around the coffee table, fell over and knocked his head on it.
Normally when that happens, he has a bit of a cry and he is good as gold in a few minutes. This time around, he must have bumped his mouth and he had blood everywhere. Simply because of the fright that it would have given him and the unpleasant taste of blood, I was expecting him to be quite distressed.
Amazingly, it didn’t seem to worry him though. Within a minute or two of doing it, he was calm, still bleeding, but calm. I got a wet washer to clean him up but he was just happy to suck and chew on it for a minute. Once he’d finished, we cleaned up the remaining blood on his face and he was happy again.
Tough as old boots.
