Howdy Everybuddy. Has anybuddy got RSPCA on speed dial????? This morning our mum says she is NOT giving us any breakfast. Can you believe it??? That's right. NO BREAKFAST. No, we're not going to the Vet. We are both fit and well. It started last night and is all mum's fault!
Mum was out walking (without us I might add!). Shocking I know, but now Rory can't go on big walks she leaves us BOTH home unless she can sneak me out without Rory knowing. Well, she comes home to dinner being all prepared and in the oven. Yes, our sissy and brother had organised dinner. My brother had fed us our dinner early. Mum comes in, doesn't ask anybuddy if we had been fed, and feeds us again! Now I ask ya mates. Who wouldn't scoff down a second meal if it's offered. I did my usual dance of delight when mum got the bowls out (even though my belly was feeling wobbly) and we chowed down like the troopers we are.
A few minutes later James says he's fed us already and bam, we're called greedy pigs and mum starts stressing about bloat! Bloat, smoat, we knew to lay on our pillows and let that glorious double feed digest. Aaaahhh, best feeling EVER.
So this morning she says, NO BREAKFAST! I said to Rory, there's got to be something to eat in this place and after a quick search, voila, there it was. Penny's litter tray. Not cleaned out at this early hour and ripe for the taking.
This is me after mum found me with the evidence of my smelly breakfast fare.
What do ya mean my breath stinks!
No mum, I didn't eat Penny's poo.
Stella (who is fading fast)
and Rory (who is feeling too weak to wag his tail)