Disa had some digestion problems after she ate 6 fat balls for wild birds. To make it worse, she visited the neighbours in their garden, left her droppings and barked at the people. So me and Lisa (Disa’s human grandma) went to Canossa, errr the neighbours, and apologised for our beloved ball of love (and fat). Ball of love is some kind of French term of endearment for pets. So yesterday we went to a new vet. Very disappointing. We miss Rozenn our Norman vet. Vets should always move with their clients. But even though the new vet tried to drill a new anus into Disa with a thermometer, the digestion problems are already better today and Disa gets a Christmas meal of rice and chicken, cooked with love, electricity and water.