Dearest darlings!
Apologies for the radio silence since last week’s confirmation of Bouffe’s health and disposition. It has been a traumatic few days for us all, but you’ll be pleased to hear we are all alive and well.
Saturday:
Katrijn was forced to endure blustery winds while playing in the country mansion.
The resulting outcome was a mane disaster requiring a drastic intervention to correct.
Sunday:
Waitress spotted an unmentionably large lump of unmentional matter on my unmentionals located under my tail. Cue a trip to the servants’ quarters for a very undignified bath.
Didn’t even get a proper pedicure while they were at it due to budget restraints, again it was down to me to do a DYI job on my footsies.
Tuesday:
Unbeknownst to the rest of us, this was the day Bouffe ate ALL the greens.
Today:
NO greens for breakfast. No broccoli, no spring greens, no celery: just carrot, some apple, pellets, treats and hay. Snarf
Considering a cuddle-strike.
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