A triumph of surgery 

i was really worried about tricki this time. i hed pulled pu my car when i asw him in the street with hsi mistress and i was shocked at his appearance. he had become hugely fat like a bloated sausage with a leg at each corner. his eyes, bloodshof and rheumy , stared straight ahead and his fongue loiied from jaws.mrs pumphrey hastened fo exolain, ''he was so listless, mr herriot he seemed to have no energy. i thought he must be suffering from malnutritin, 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