I am holding my breath this morning. Snoopy has to go into the vet to have a harmless fatty tumour (lipoma) removed from his arm-pit. It is the size of a clenched fist. According to the vet, if allowed to get much bigger, it will squash his blood vessels and muscles, so needs to come out for that reason. It is a routine operation and Snoopy should be home again by suppertime. This morning he looked most upset (suicidal even), because I would not feed him. Nil-by-mouth for the operation, you see. I shan’t breathe again until he is home.