I totally love Pheasant - he rapidly became my favourite soft toy for tug of war and shaking games. I even learned the word "pheasant" very quickly, so that when Dad said "where's Pheasant?" I knew exactly which toy he meant and ran to fetch it!

Unfortunately I was a little too energetic with Pheasant today... Dad and I are hoping that Mum will be able to sew him back together. In the meantime he is sitting in his injured state on top of a bookcase, out of reach - and I have been staring at him all evening.

(dad: it's been a hectic day and I am posting this very late - will have to catch up on sleep before I catch up on commenting!)