Let’s do this together

While he’s been waiting for his surgery, my poorly pug Boris has become a cheese and ’roid addict.

I blame myself for allowing it to go too far and indulging him, but when we got back from the investigative op last week to diagnose his mast cell tumour, he was so withdrawn and unhappy that I gave him loads of cuddles and treats.

Dr Death the vet has now booked him in to remove the lump next Tuesday, and in the meantime prescribed him a big daily dose of steroids to shrink the lump on his leg so it would be a cleaner cut.

But Boris was looking so sad and hungry, that I decided to break his drugs up into halves and push them into titbits of delicious cheese for him.

Obviously I had to get the right type of cheese – cheddar’s a bit crumbly, blue cheese too slimy, but gruyere is perfect. It has just the right amount of give in it to squeeze around the broken tablet so my lovely boy didn’t notice the nasty taste.

After a week on cheese and ’roids, the piggy pug’s had a new lease of life, although he’s got very punky. In fact, I could enter him into the Mr Muscles Dog Competition after he got ’roid rage at his little sausage dog friend Canute – who could barely hold back a petal let alone the ocean – and wrestled him in the park over an empty pizza box.

He’s also become a dangerous cheese addict because he’s now hanging around the fridge trying to score gruyere and jumping up, even if I’m just getting the milk out for my tea.

He’ll have to do rehab after his op to wean him off, but I’m going to keep him out of the swings area for now in case he mugs any toddlers for their cheesy puffs.

Email me at siobhan.mcnally@mirror.co.uk or write to Community Corner, PO Box 791, Winchester SO23 3RP.