I had my booster this morning and went in the LandRover with Podge and Lulu. To say that Mummie looked like some deranged old spinster would be an understatement. There was a lot of swearing and gesticulation when I attempted to get in to my seat. My seat is the front passenger seat ( but Daddy does not know this). Mummie was particularly uncouth because Podge and Lulu decided to come too and she was not prepared for the lack of space in the front of the car. She said that she nearly went of the road which was just exaggeration and I can honestly say that I haven't heard language like that since Grandma's impending last visit. Anyway I was impeccable at the surgery but Mummie showed me up yet again. I do not need this. I know that she is only trying to defend me but when the issue of my weight comes up, as it invariably does, I can see her hackles rise. She is "sick to the back teeth" of having to explain to the Vet that I am not a working Labrador but a show labrador hence my solid, beautiful exterior. The vets' comment this morning was that "she would like to be able to feel the hint of a rib". Bloody cheek. She did not go further than that because she obviously caught that look in Mummies eye. It is the kind of look that should never be ignored because unpleasant consequences invaiably follow it. It is the look that I got this afternoon when I got my backside kicked for eating an unidentified dead thing. I am writing this from my kennel.