She says I need to go on a diet.
That there have been too many treats lately. That I am getting a bit broad in the beam and too heavy to lift into the bath.
Well, all I have to say is that if she is going to dangle cheese and turkey in front of my nose, whose fault is that? And if we are talking ‘broad in the beam’ here, maybe someone should look in the mirror. From behind.
She says it happens when we get older… that bits of us slow down inside and out, so we can’t eat like pups and get away with it like we used to. That we need to get out and exercise more. More walks? Anytime! More tennis balls? I’m down with that!
But no treats? That takes all the fun out of it. And my treats are only bits of chicken……
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