Mr.Fox is proving a pest and the dreaded diet.
Things I’d like to flush down the
bog! Firstly the fox who continues to goad me. Last night he raided the bin and
now my emergency food stash has gone. So
far no news from ‘The Beagle Society’. Secondly the kibbles but we can’t afford
Dyno Rod again! It seems Lucky likes them so sending more! Thirdly and most
importantly, my vet DC, who ungallantly mentioned my weight. Those scales have
not been recalibrated since Phillip Von Jolly invented the ruddy things. Jolly
of course being the operative word, as he is solely responsible for inflicting
misery on millions. My human bought back a large sack of ‘Kibbles Lite’ which I
am sure are what remains of my log. Help!
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