Yes, there is a valid point to that heading. My two-legg, the funny looking one with the face fungus, has been back and forth to something called a Dock-Ter! He tries to tell that all is okay, but…

He went to the place where they Free Men, and he came back taking about a cartton dog, of all things, started waffling on about Wallace’s Grommitt, and his left ear. I couldn’t make nose nor tailof that, but he seems to think he has to and lie a puddle of Horse-Piddle or something for a day to see this Grommitt thing with his ear. Can any of you shed any light on what the numb-brain is on about, ‘cos neither the (un)Pretty-one nor Ihave a clue…

Oh, and he says he still has a ring in his head… (my advice would a complete service at the vets, but they only do us real people, and we all know that two-leggsare only animals!)

TTFN, your own spookilly gorgeous, Suki