When my mom
shoved nudged me into the backseat of the car yesterday afternoon I thought I was going to the dog park but instead I ended up at the vet's office, for an annual exam.
I've had three annual exams so far so I wasn't too worried about this exam at all until the vet tech asked me to step on the scale. Would you believe that the arrow moved away from my good weight of 65 and stopped at 70 instead? How could a dog who goes on at least five power walks a day with friends gain weigh? How could a dog who eats twice a day weigh 70 pounds?
Naturally, I would not accept the 5 pound weight gain so I stared deep into the eyes of the vet tech, the vet, and my mom and I protested by "saying" these things:
"I weighed 65 pounds this morning! Your scale must be wrong."
"Of course I'm 5 pounds heavier! You didn't give me a chance to take my collar and tags off!"
"You never get the right weight in the afternoon, Doc! Try weighing me in the morning instead."
When the vet suggested that she should substitute giving me vegetables and fruit instead of milk bones I lowered my head in
laughter shame because I eat healthy snacks at all of my friend's houses because I like having the company BUT when she gives me a carrot at home I act like I'm scared of it and walk away and then my mom gets irritated and says I'm wasting her money!