The weigh-in is tomorrow. No, not for me, for her…
Chelsea has a weigh-in at the vet tomorrow, and we start preparing for it a week in advance. It’s kind of like Weight Watchers. You know the weigh-in is coming, so you cut back for a few days. I hope the bow doesn’t add ounces to the scale. She’s wearing it, because who can resist a plump Chihuahua in a bow? Helps hide the rolls around the collar.
I can tell she hasn’t lost any weight. She feels heavy when I pick her up, and well, she looks heavy too. I’m going to make my husband take her for the weigh-in. He’ll get in trouble and he’ll turn around and blame me. It’s worth it not to have to go.
And then today, in the mail came the solution to Chelsea’s problem. I just couldn’t believe it when I opened the “In The Company of Dogs” catalog! Apparently I’m not alone with this problem. Just look at this!
Hummm…maybe a doggie gym is in order. Will someone local please open one so I can drop her off for an hour every day? Can’t you picture it? Little rooms, each with a treadmill, workout equipment, bowls of water and a TV playing Lassie? I’d even pay a membership fee.