Sunday morning Mummy and Not so fat fat Daddy, decided to walk into the town for coffee. I wanted to go, but wasn't allowed to walk that far on my poorly paw. So Mummy got this out of the garage. I wasn't too impressed at first.
Until I discovered I was just at the right height for the table. Is that low fat muffin all for me?
Having a poorly foot really makes them give into those puppy dog eyes. I think in the end I had more of the muffin then they did. And they got wet in the rain. I love been King.