Porky Pups

Ella says:

So, the nasty vet pinched me and told me I'm fat. Is that any way to talk to a lady?! He called me a Porky Pup. So hurtful. He wants me to lose at least 1kg, preferably 2, and said that Jack could stand to lose around 1kg.

Doesn't he realise how much work is involved to get extra kgs? The sad faces I've had to pull? The bins I've had to raid? The pet shop girls I've had to schmooze for treats? The Daddy I've had to... well, he pretty much gives me treats if I breathe, so not really too much effort there, heh heh heh. And of course, Mum, instead of defending me and pointing out that I'm just a bit fluffy at the moment, AGREED WITH HIM. Foul treachery! Check out my physique to the left. I'm strong and confident in my Big Beautiful Woofer fur.

This is what's going to happen to the vet next time he says something rude to us ===>

The upside is we're getting even more exercise and good foods in an effort to slim down. Dad (and Mum if she's not on late shift) have started taking us for a walk at 4:45am because it's getting super hot in Brisbane now and that's the only time cool enough to be enjoyable. For our overseas visitors, Brisbane is a sub-tropical city and we're headed into Summer. It was 36 degrees Celsius (97F) at our house yesterday! Even worse, it's so muggy that it feels like the air is a heavy wet blanket trying to smother us. Bleh!

Anywoof, Mum said that we're looking more streamlined already, and that we'll all feel better for being fitter. Oh really? I don't see HER evening rations being halved, do I?! Growl.