Aug 20 2008
The chicken of my dreams
For the past few years I have on occasions worried that my dog is too fat. A border terrier (luckily without any obvious inbreeding-related mutations or diseases), he weighs in at about a stone and a half. His size has never bothered him – he’s comfortable in his own furry little body – but people have at times made comments about his festively plump appearance. I’ve covered his ears to protect his feelings, explained his slow metabolism, decreased the number of prawn crackers he gets as an evening snack and thought about popping him the odd diet pill hidden in a piece of his favourite kebab meat. I have even increased his walkies. Continue Reading »