In the past 6 months some of you have made some subtle and not so subtle comments about my weight and as a result my crazy masters have decided to cut down on my regular food, ease up on the treats, and run me harder. Let's first of all understand that I have been eating the same freakin' dog food for 11 years, I don't get alot of treats to begin with, and running 9km in the heat is not my idea of a good time. It's not like I eat at the buffet every night and then to cut back on my measely portions is a bit of a slap in the face! I am 11 years old for cryin' out loud (that's 77 for you idiots) and running hard ain't where its at for me! Capiche?
Now then, I really didn't want to go the vet, but to settle this issue I thought it was best. I sat on their stupid scale and won't ya know it.....apparently I weighed 74.3 lbs in December of 2002 (although hell if I remember), and today weighed in at a whoppin' 74 lbs! That's right kids a real 'tub-o', 'fat albert' over here!
So next time you humans , and you know who you are, belly up to a full plate of pasta, steak and fresh pie, perhaps you should think about you're own weight, push away, and chow done on your words!
Have a nice day...arf
Lewis
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