When she sees me get the tweezers out she takes to her bed. I've told her she doesn't know how lucky she is, at least she doesn't have to have her leg shaved like poor Crusoe, the handsome fox-terrier who lives with Dash at thefrenchsampler. Crusoe came to blows with a goat and it looks as though he came off the worse.
Maisie doesn't want to know. "Go away, I'm injured. I just want to sleep."