Hello everybody.  Percy here again.  Although Bertie did ask me if he could start blogging again.  He may be back soon, just wait till he has something to talk about other than himself.

It’s been a funny week.  Mummy seemed to hope we’d be getting out in the garden this weekend, but it didn’t happen.  Roscoe reported she’d been outside without her coat on, so we were hopeful, but she said the grass was too damp for us.  She did bring us in a big handful on many days, and it was a little damp, but it was freshly picked and very yummy.  Saturday she brought us in fresh leaves with roots.  I think she calls them weeds, but there was dandelion, sow thistle and chickweed among other things.  Then yesterday we had a lot of leaves she grows for us in the garden.  Chard, radicchio, salsify (yum), and also some others we weren’t too keen on.  A bit too strong for our delicate tastes. It was great to have fresh leaves, though.

Mummy had a good look at my teeth yesterday and asked me why I had my lower jaw over to the right.  I didn’t know, it just did that of its own accord.  She felt around my jawline and said she thought my lump had gone down my neck a bit, and wrapped around the hinge of my jaw.  She’s started giving me metacam again.  Seems all right to me.  I thought you’d like to know, though.

I hope we go out on the grass this week.  Keep your fingers crossed for us, please.