I have found out something. It is a plot.
There are lots and lots and lots of Fatties.
Mum said I should give it up. Mum's friend Paz
said her dogs were driven mad by the tribe of Fatty too.
She heard of a dog that caught one. And ate it.
Anyway breakfast is a better time of day.
I lick my face in case there is some spare butter on it.
I do not fit on the ottoman any more.
Bobby said: Can that dog get any goofier?
I do not know whether this was kind.
Love from Buster