Writing this in the vets' surgery..Winnie has gone to have her sutures out trotting away like a baby hippo.
There is a new male vet on duty who looks twelve. Winnie's not bothered how old he was
as he's wearing overalls so looks like a workman...He took her lead and She followed him into the treatment room like a cheap whore!
I am glad I don't have to help lift her onto any observation table as the button has just pinged off my trousers and I am relying on the zip to hold them up.....I re start fat club on Monday.....as I only have three pairs of trousers I still fit into! Middle aged spread....it's a dreadful thing.
There is much laughter coming from the treatment room.
I wonder what she's up to