The Nice Happy Service surpassed all expectations yet again today. Mummy and me had a walk into Teddington to see the nice people at the clinic. After meeting two other boys in reception who were both called Angus (but neither had Monty as a middle name), I was weighed and measured by a nice lady. It seems my new nightly bottle is packed with calories, so much so I wonder whether it's just liquid lard - I've gone from 8lbs 11oz to 9lbs 7oz in just a week. What a chub.
Not only am I getting taller and chubbing-up, but Mummy's now considering cutting the toes of my sleep suits. My feet are huge.
I'll soon be in those shoes.
AMK
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