Thank you to all those readers who have expressed concern and sadness about the poor health of our old doggy Katie. Incidentally, 66% of those people have been lovely, kind middle aged men called Hamish. Subsequently, my daughter has promised to name her sons (all of them) Hamish, if she ever has any at some date in the distant future.
Anyway, Katie is doing well. Still full of vim and vigour. Maybe all this cancer nonsense is just fake news? On the other hand – it is an enormous lump. It’s like someone has hidden a lumpy apple in her armpit.
