Clyde.

We've had him two weeks and he still is showing his entire backbone and six or seven ribs.

I am known as the foster-carer who can fatten up those hounds, but Clyde is taking his time. He eats, but not as ravenously as Davy, Eric or Blue. He'll get there, but just not as quickly.

Clyde has very endearing traits. He pushes his face into you. Everywhere you go.

The regime:

Breakfast:
Chicken mince cooked with garlic, carrot, celery, rice and stock.

Mid-morning (if you're home, if not, make it a bigger breakfast):
Peanut butter and cheese sandwich with a LOT of butter.

Lunch:
More mince and maybe a chicken frame.

Afternoon tea:
A piece of cheese. You can buy no-name brand cheese from the supermarket for under six dollars a kilo. A slice or two a day goes a long way.

Dinner:
More mince.

Three times a week:
A big bone.

More snacks:
Biscuits.
Cheese.
Buttered bread.
Peanut butter.
Sardines (Good for their coat.)
Chips left over from your Friday night fish & chips. Or even the fish.