APPARENTLY, I'M GETTING FAT!
It's all downhill from now on. I've already got the grey whiskers, the ability to clear a room faster than anyone I know and now I am being told I am getting porky and I am being put on short rations. It's a dog's life!
Heaven knows I do my bit. I still entertain by lugging my rubber tyre round the office in case any one is interested in a game of tag. I never cease to enjoy chewing my own lead (when SHE's not looking) and I can smell tea and biccy time without the need of a clock.
If I'm honest I have noticed that on her running mornings when I've lapped the park with her, it does take a bit more out of me than I remember. But gracious, what a good sleep I then have for the rest of the day. Mind you the rain and the long grass combo on Monday resulted in me being tied to kitchen table leg while she dolled herself up - seemingly, my wet body was not welcome in her boudoir!
Wish I could report I had caught a few thiefs or vagabonds but the truth is, even the postman, doesn't seem as suspicious as he once did.
Well, that's it for now, but just think of me when you are scoffing your daily breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks and I'm expected to keep body and soul together on dinner and a measly snack. Actually, I think it's a human's life!
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