I think I may have a bit of a problem. I was ‘Growfing’ at my food the other day – I could smell Spag Bol in the air but not in my dish, and I wanted some! So my mum has decided it would be a good idea to fast me – starve me more like! Had it not been for the generous handful of biscuits from Dave our postie, the sizable leftover piece of Bakewell tart from Tim and the best part of the sandwich from the workman next door, I would have shriveled away.
She’s decided I’m on a full day fast once a month now – makes my food taste better and gives my digestive system a rest – apparently! … I suppose she’s the boss.
All the snowdrops opened out this afternoon and I spent a good while in the garden, chasing after tractors and stuff and barking a lot. At one point I had my chewie in my mouth and barked at the same time! I was looking over the wall at the time and do you know what my chewie flew right over out of the garden!
So I had to ask the next passer-by:
‘Scuse me! You couldn’t just hand me that chewie over there. I dropped it by accident.’
‘Yep! That’s the one! Thanks!’
Phew! I thought I’d lost that one. Might just bury it for next time she decides to starve me.
Bye for now.