Yesterday my dad visited the
fat vet and he came back with a plan. It’s a diet plan! Who needs a diet plan? Probably my mom, I thought. Butt my dad hopped on the darned scale thingy…
Pheew… so fortunately he is the one who is to fat…
83.6 kg (184.31 lbs)
Butt then he grabbed the silvermistygrey pup (That’s me and I hate that, that’s ignominious!) and hopped on the scale again…
ooops… 124.2 kg (273.81lbs)…then he subtracted his weight from the total weight and the result is my weight… 40.06 kg (88.31 lbs)
that thingy is damaged or rigged! Or maybe there is a miscalculation?
Since yesterday I’m on diet and I lost … nothing? What a swizz!
Look at that sad face of this poor pup! I have no clue how I shall survive the next days… even if mom said she will hunger together with me….
… and just between us, a problem shared is a problem halved…. my arse! I mean, the problem is, that they halved my food and then mom halved exactly THAT problem whith joining the hunger artist group, that means the halved problem is quartered then and at the end I will get the halved food halved, right?
Life can be complicated….
Oh and that are the treats she bought at the Dog Show, because I’m a natural-born capitalis t, I do nothing without payment. They are as small as bread crumbs… am I a micro surgeon or what? Mom, that’s pitiful and you have a screw loose that’s for sure… and that’s what the legislator calls wage dumping, just saying…
HAVE A TASTY TUESDAY ALL