Holiday

You will be pleased to know my paw is fully fixed and I'm now on my holidays. My human has left me for the cold and snow of the England and I get to spend three weeks, yes, 3 whole weeks on holiday. I'm boarding next to a lovely black lab called Lucy she's quite a bit younger than me but I can still hold my own when it comes to running around the field.

My human has been moaning about the weather back home - apparently they had a bit of snow and half the country ground to a halt. It's been really cold here, especially at night but the doggie hotel is heated, I've got a blanket and now I'm carrying an extra few pounds I'm toastie warm.

Did I mention I've put on 9lbs since I arrived here? That's 4kgs in new money! I know, fat dog. If I keep this up I'll need lipo suction before I can show my fur back in the UK. It's lack of exercise. I used to run for miles through the fields: now it's a 30 minute on lead walk around the lake. It's just not the same. Oh and the hot dogs, burgers, ice creams and dog biscuits covered in peanut butter probably don't help but hey, if you can't indulge when you are on holiday when can you?