Beanie here! It’s that time of year. You know…that lady who feeds me gets home from her disappearing place for a few days and wham, I suddenly have to go the doctor place.
Let me just say something…you know how sometimes you have a bad day or maybe even a bad year? Well, I’m a proud enough hound to admit times have been a little bumpy lately.
Used to, I would ride horses with my guy who I lub, luv, love. It was so fun, my very favorite thing to do in the whole wide world. My short legs racing through the woods. Smelling those squirrels. Following my guy up big humongous mountains (well…they were like mountains to me).
I can’t do that anymore, and let me just say, I cry every time I hear my guys jangly spurs and he has to leave me at home. See…when I was a wild pup I ran right out in the road and got smacked by a car. This gentle giant put me back together, and for years I was alright. I was great! Now my hip hurts all the time, and I can’t keep up.
But mom says my hip wouldn’t hurt so bad if I wasn’t so….
Oh, I can’t say it! It’s so humiliating and degrading.
She says I’m fat! Can you believe it?
Okay…deep breaths. Okay….
(Truthfully, she’s right. I can sort of admit it.)
So today we went to the doctor, and they poked me and cut on my toes and gave me shots. And they put me on the scale. Sigh…
The vet lady said I’ve gained nine pounds since last year and that I weigh 49 pounds! I demand a recount.
Anyway, my mom and the other lady put me on a diet. That’s what she said…d-I-e-t. And no table food and no treats! This all sounds like animal cruelty to me.
(I’m sad and I’m really good at pouting, just so you know. I can fall to the ground and become 49 pounds of dead weight in the blink of an eye.)
In my heart, I’m still awesome – you know, 49 pounds of rollin’ thunder! In real life, I’m 49 pounds of chocolate pudding. But just watch and see, this pudding will be rolling again soon!