Magnus 10th May

Tummy's been a bit off again.  Pam and Ewen try to stop me eating grass which doesn't help but I like a bit of salad.  Got weighed on Monday.  Down to 68 kilos.  I am positively sylphlike.  Pam is, of course worried.  She hates it when I'm off my food and losing weight. Been chomping away for the past 24 hours.  She likes me to make up for lost feeds.  This 3am feed is fantastic.  I wake up Ewen and he trots through and feeds me.  On demand.  Spectacular.
Hohohoho not for Mirren.  Despite eating diet food she's put on weight.  No midnight nibbles for her.
Gave Pam a fright yesterday when I "dematerialized" on a walk up the Chesters.  She went to catch up with Mirren, who was rabbiting, and even though several hundred yards behind her, I put a spurt on, overtook and went to play in the trees.  Pam had no idea where I was.  I thought I might get a row for ignoring her calls but she was so pleased to see me I just got cuddled.

Mirren 10th May

Of course I'm mortified.  Fortunately none of the lovely male vets saw my weigh in.  Colin, Colin and Peter didn't see me.  It was a really nice young lady who came through and checked me.  She was very nice to me in my embarrassing state.  I started at 48kilos.  Then I dropped to 45.5.  Now I'm 47 kilos.  Pam says I have to get down to 38.  Don't see her cutting back and losing weight even though she said we'd do it together.  I also think that weighing me after a big drink of water AND breakfast is unfair.  Every girl knows you weigh yourself first thing in the morning, after you've been to the toilet and before food or drink.  Think that might drop me another kilo.
Silly Big Boy.  Pam was worried about him but she was also worried about the lambs that are round about.  She knew we couldn't do anything bad like chasing them but she does like to know we, and the lambs, are fine.  Some people don't care and they let their dogs do terrible things to livestock.  No bad dogs.  Just bad owners.  But it's the dog that gets shot!!!