Rat Boy

'You here for fat boy?' Emma said to me when I picked Tommy up on Friday.
'Fat boy?  I didn't think he was fat.  Is he fat?' I replied, worried because I'm paranoid enough about me being fat, but a fat dog, no way!
Not fat!  Rat!  Rat boy.  That's what we call him over the stables.  We're not long back.'  She turned around to get his lead and I stood there with a shocked expression on my face.  I must have looked at Emma as if she was mad because when she turned round she giggled and explained that 'Tommy is the best ratter we have over there.  He loves to chase the rats and rarely a week goes by when he doesn't catch  at least one'.
'Really?' I replied 'and he kills them?'
'Yeah' said Emma, now looking at me like I'm the mad one 'he can spend ages on the chase and then shakes them more than any stuffie I've ever seen him play with.  He loves it.'

Taking Tommy to Emma's is like taking him to another world...no wonder he loves it over there so much!