Well one thing led to another, the holidays rolled around (that’s code for the pet store no longer
carries the boys diet food and my inability to communicate with the clerk had
me leaving with regular food) and it looks like the boy has put on some
weight. Trust me, I’ve been sensitive to
the boy and haven’t pointed it out, but our neighbor was a little less tactful
this morning and greeted the boy with “He’s put on weight!!”
Seriously, how do you undo that kind of emotional damage
just before we’re heading to the dreaded Vet?
I may have implied that the 5 minute walk down the hill to the Vet’s
office was sure to drop a pound or two.
I think he believed me.
The good news is that the Vet made no comments about the
boys weight, in fact he didn’t even make him get on the scale. Although, as we
were leaving there was a cat in a crate (prison) crying and I’m pretty certain
she hissed under her breath “there goes fatty” because there would be no other
reason for the boy to make a beeline for the crate. Oh sure a cat in a crate could be construed
as a fun toy for a dog, but not “my dog” he’s a good boy and would never ever
taught, chase, try to maim a cat.
Anyway that’s a rather long winded way of saying the vet was
a success, the boy can avoid him for another year.
The boy resting after his difficult morning
"I'm trying to sleep why are you bugging me?"
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Poor beastly baby boy.... he is not fat he is fluffy!
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He doesn't look fat to me. Rub his belly and kiss him on the snout for me. Love, Your Favorite Sister
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