May is here which can only mean one thing - my owner puts me on what she calls 'restricted grazing' but I prefer to call it 'starvation rations.'  Last night, I spent my first night of the year in the starvation paddock, along with my pal, Hal, whose owner subjects him to the same regime.  Then, this morning when she came to get me, she asked us if we were hungry?  I'd better not translate what I said to her as I may be banned from writing any more blogs!