Magnus 18th December

It's raining. And it's raining.  Suppose this is what happens when you live in Scotland.  However, due to our long, morning walks with Luther, if the afternoon is wet, we get a short walk and then I can sleep in front of the fire, or on my furry rug, or on their bed.  I'm always a tad peckish too so Ewen has become very generous, on the sly, with the pancakes.  She's not allowed so many.  Too fat.  It's a hard life.

Mirren 18th December

I'm having a fabulous time with Luther.  He is so much fun.  And, of course, he's French. Oh la la!  He is smaller than me but really sweet and a perfect gentleman.  To make things even better he's been told he's a tad chubby.  I'm so pleased.  We've been chatting about our love for food and about dieting.  How difficult it is.  It's so nice to have someone to chat to.  Big Boy can eat tons and never seems to put on weight.  He just doesn't understand.