Howdy Mates.

 Oh, poo, what's that smell.  Aw yeah.  Rory has his boots off.  Here's Rory's foot.  See how his pads have sort of grown hairy.  It makes them slippery and he doesn't like to walk on the lino but that's ok cause if you remember, we have carpet squares for him in a little path from the family room to the lounge room.  For the last two weeks, mum has given Rory's bad left foot, some air during the day when he's inside.  His nails have nearly grown back on the top but are sorta warped.  Under the nail where the "quick" is, they are still delicate butt, he can walk inside without them bleeding.  Yaahooo.  

He is NEVER trusted cause he still chews his nails if he gets a chance.  We think maybe it's a habit.  Mum puts Vicks Vaporub on his nails so it smells yucky to him.  

 

Lucky for us, he is 89 kgs (195 lbs) of pure laziness hehehe.

I, Stella, on the otherhand, being fat as butter fit as a fiddle, have decided I like to chase balls.

Here is my ball (well I have decided it's mine) that bounces really high and I love to run and chase it.  It makes me happy.

Sometimes, mum doesn't take the ball when I bring it to her and then I have to carry it around for about 87 hours 

cause I don't want lazybones to get it.

Well I'm kinda tired now.  I always sleep under our dining room table nowadays, unless I get on Rory's new big bed and then he is too scared to make me get off, bwahahahaha.

Happy Thanksgiving to all our mates who celebrate it.

Hope your day is a good one.

No worries, and love, Stella, and Rory