Mons-Tur-Briska-Fil has been put on a diet.
Since arriving, he has become fatter and fatter because he nags until someone feeds him. He now resembles a turkey stuffed with beef brisket stuffed with gefilte fish.
Hence his Sunday name – Mons-Tur-Briska-Fil.
The boy has chins, crevices and creases. It is not right.
It is our fault – we reinforced his behaviour by feeding him to shut him up.
We have done Monsturbriskafil no favours and so he has just become obese.
Worst of all, he is not able to reach the important parts that need to be kept clean.
So the diet is on. We have to stay firm.
We are saying no to the carbs, on his behalf. I read on t’net he can have two to four mouse sized protein lumps. Today it is raw beef mince.
I am doing this because I can barely pick him up!