Yesterday I understood mummy's hatred of these fings...
So people's I climbded aboard and sitted down. I tried to trick the weigher by giving mummy a paw. Didn't work. Moment later pet Doc (a new one) gave the verdict. 1kg losted in three weeks. Get in! I rocks, People's. I rocks.
Jazzy the tubby (sniggering behind my paw) got on next and she'd losted a grand total of 300gms. No I didn't speled that rong. 300grams. Also kown as -- nothing.
Do you know what that mean's, people's?
No?
It mean's the diet continues.
Do I look happy to you? All doggie bags gratefully received at Starving Pooch, P.O. Box 300. Feed me, UK.
Thank you please, Merlin Rules.
No comments:
Post a Comment