The Weigh-In
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.
Hugs,
Anne
31 Comments
Jenny
Emma Jane has to go through the same humiliation of weigh in’s too! She sends her doggy moral support to Chelsea. Good Luck.
kay
re Jean C’s comment ‘how they got the dog to get up on the treadmill in the first place’:they offered doggie treats!!
Amazing that there is an assoc for pet obesity prevention. We are certainly so blessed to live in a country where we can create such problems for ourselves and our pets. Let’s celebrate with a low fat, low sugar treat from the pink fridge …. smile.
Stephanie
At least Chelsea doesn’t have to care about her weight!!! She won’t be the one scolded. :o) I think the pink bow will help ease the scolding. Good thing to send Mr. Bunny Tales.