Chester here with this week’s weight-loss update!

The scales don’t lie… 7.70kg!

That’s down from last week and I’m feeling pretty pleased with myself. Who knew eating less and giving my foster mums those sad, starving puppy-dog eyes would actually work?

To celebrate my achievement, I’ve been recovering from all that hard work in my favourite spot… the couch. Why would anyone sleep in a dog bed when there’s a perfectly good couch available!

Apparently I also snore. Loudly. My foster mums say they can hear me from the other room. I prefer to think of it as a victory soundtrack.

This dieting business is exhausting, but if it helps me get closer to the dental surgery I need, I’ll keep up the good work.

One paw in front of the other, friends 🩵