Without my little side-kick in tow, I doubt I'd haul myself out on a daily walk. Certainly if only for that alone, he more than earns his dog-food. Talking of which..
Aw, cheer up Jake, harsh though it is, it's all for the best!
How do you like his new svelte figure? Poor lad sure misses his scraps, but he's under vet's orders to get in shape. Kibble doesn't hold the same allure as his usual egg and bacon breakfast, he's getting a might desperate as of late. We actually caught him digging up his own spuds the other day!
At the river he's too slow to catch any fish, not that it stops him from trying. (Smile.) Down at the beach, he's developed a taste for seaweed needing to be watched like a hawk lest he chokes on the stuff. (Stoopid mutt! )
The poor lad doesn't understand what he's done to deserve all this. We never set out to over-feed him, but with four kids, each one slipping him the odd treat here and there, the calories soon piled on. He is certainly a lot more lively thesedays, almost like a pup again. Hardly surprising, eh? I had a lighter spring to my step too, when I shed over forty pounds.