Oops, am in the dog house again! I cannot understand why so much fuss is being made about what she herself described as a "rather lurid" victoria sponge cake. She even said that she couldn't eat it herself on account of the devastating calorie content of said cake (and the fact that my eldest human sibling had put half a bottle of red food colouring into the icing and she was worried that she might change colour if she ate it). It would have gone in the bin had I not intervened this evening and so I thought I might get away with it. Sadly, I was rumbled as per usual and Daddy has said that I must go on a strict diet. Bloody cheek, I'm on what he calls "miminal rations" already. The only way I can survive this is to try and steal what Tooty drops out of his bucket (loads - he's got not teeth left and it all falls out, quite funny to watch really untill he gets cheesed off and tries to kick me) and drink loads from the loo. I love that full-up feeling. Must go as Lulu and Podge are about to be fed and there is a possibility that I will be able to swindle a few morsels from them and then I'll have a night in front of the fire. It's a dogs life. PS. This is me - looking gorgeous.