I was really worried about tricky this time.I had pulled up my car when I saw him in the street with his mistress and I was shocked at his appearance. He had become Hugely fat like a bloated Sousage with a leg at each corner. His eyes bloodshot and rheumy, Stared straight ahead and his tongue lolled from his jaws. Mrs pomprey hastened to explain, "He was so listless. Mr Harriot. He seemed to have no energy.I thought he must be suffering from Malnutrition, So I have been giving him some little extras between meals to build him up , Some malt And cod liver oil and A bowl of horlicks at night to make him sleep -- nothing much really."
"And did you cut down on the sweet things as I told you ?"
"I did for a bit but he seemed to be so weak I had to relent. He does love cream Cakes and chocolates so I can't bear to refuse him."I looked down again at the little dog. That was the trouble. Tricki's Only fault was greed. He had never been known to Refuse food: He would tackle a meal at any hour Of the day or night .And I wondered about all the things Mrs pumphrey hadn't mentioned.
"Are you giving him plenty of exercise ?"
"Well he Has his little walks with me as you can see,But hodgkin, The gardener has been down with lumbago so there has Been no ring throwing lately." I tried to sound severe : "Now I really mean this. If you don't cut his the food right down and give him more exercise he is going to be really ill. You must harden your heart and keep him on a very strict diet."
Mrs Pomhrey wrung her hands." Oh I will, Mr Harriot I am sure you are right but it is so difficult so very difficult." See set of had a down along the road as if determind to put the new Resime into practice immediately.
I watched their progress with growing concern. Tricky was tottering along in his little tweed coat; He had a whole wardrobe of distraught. s for the cold weather and a raincoat for the wet days. Hey struggled on dropping in his harness. I thought it wouldn't be long be for I heard from Mrs pumphrey. They expected call came within a few days.Mrs from pray was a distraught. Tricky would Eat nothing. Refused even his favourite dishes And besides He had bouts of vomiting. His spent on his time lying on a rug painting.Didn't want to go for walks , Didn't want to do anything. I had made my plans in advance.The only way was to get Ricky out of the house for a period.I suggested that he be Hospital I suggested that he be hospitalised for about fortnight to be kept under observation. The poor lady almost a swooned. Say what's your he was Pine and Die if he did not see her everyday. But I took a firm line. Tricky was very ill and this was the only way to save him; In fact I thought it was to take him without delay and followed by Mrs pumphrey's Wailings. I marched out to the car carrying the little dog wrapped in a blanket.