Mr Colin had a visit to the vet today. Just a routine six monthly visit to have his anti-scratch prescription renewed. Yes, like almost every other labrador on this planet, he appears to be allergic to something commonplace (to ascertain the culprit is a pricey undertaking so we have chosen ignorance) for which a daily pill is necessary.

The vets, after a shaky start, is now one of his favourite places on Earth; only partly because Kirsten the Vet is one of his favourite humans. They also have a pretty decent treat jar. But things took a dark turn when his was asked to sit on the scales.

41.4 kg!?

Luckily, he got his treat ration (plus a couple he found on the floor – oh, happy day) before Kirsten caught up with that bit of news. Now all talk is about cutting down portion sizes and  limiting goodies.

“It’ll be the gym next, you mark my words,” our portly pup,, for the sake of a good story, was heard to growl.