Chubster

Tutz has been experiencing problems eating since the new kitchen refurbishment and its prolonged disasters, and so I have taken to feeding her in the safety of the bedroom, as near to the scratchy pole as possible.

(I originally put the bowl of food on top of the dresser, forgetting abvout Fing and his scrapy paw problem, and returned home to find the entire lot mulched into the trouser drawer, and my jeans all crusty with cat food)

So, As you are aware, Truly Scrumptious Lulu, the chubbiest dog in the west, has been suffering from an upset stomach. Not only this she has been off her food, yet mysteriously getting larger and larger and larger. We couldnt work out why.

How thick were we?

I went upstairs 2 days ago to find Lulus horrible little fat body, forced underneath the bed, consuming Tutz's dinner! All I could see were her little black paws, rather similar to the wicked witches feet after shes been cruched by the house.

I tried to remove her and had my right foot savaged as a thank you.

We are having to lock her into the sitting room as she has become so fat that if she trys to scratch her ear she rolls over backwards and struggles to get back up again.

Trotter's new thing

A lot has transpired since my last missive.

Trotter has taken to humping things.

He likes to hump his bowl, and he likes to hump my shoes. He is particulalrly fond of humping the throws because they are quiye large and it gives him something to mount.

Martha says that he is a dirty dog and tells him to stop, but I let him carry himself on, because at least when he is humping he's not barking.