so mo goes to see her favorite sissy and freaks out cuz sissy is fat and apparently she wasn't fat last week. and then she touches sissy's new fat handles and freaks out and says "hey! this is not fat!" so we all converge on that poor little tiny fat dog and start group probing her fat. and group anything including hysteria is the very best cuz you are never alone. so i call the vet and suck nicole into taking her in and mo buggers off for a coffee.
and nicole gets to stand in front of our vet trying to look somewhat intelligent and not stupid while colleen exams a fat little chi and confirms that yes she is fat.
now you would think that i would recognise a fat little dog, except i don't remember when sissy got fat. it looked like she got fat between yesterday and today...but then i have to admit......life has become a bit of a blur...so maybe she was fat last week or the week before and we just didn't notice it til today.
anyway it wasn't a totally wasted trip cuz nicole picked up a cheeseburger for raymond.
hah not likely! do you know how many times as a child my "chubby" cheek was pinched by busy body parishioners smelling of lavender?! shudder.
i don't care that sissy is fat, i am fat and have enjoyed every single ounce.i just think it is funny that we loved her so much and were so worried that she had a deadly water balloon disease.
and...i think vets like animals too thin. there is no extra for when they get sick...always let animals have a reserve.
darla was the "perfect" weight...she ate til she puked when she first arrived. now she has a bit extra and she eats when she is hungry. she does not worry about food anymore. it is there when she needs it.