We had a weigh in this morning for the first time in ages.
Dad’s suspicion that I am being starved to death were validated.
I’ve lost five pounds crashing from 41 to 36.
The mega mouth has risen to 31.
Last night she spilled her dinner again. It went under the kitchen chairs. A lot of dust bunnies were killed in her endeavors to vacuum it all up.
I will not report on the mother who needs to hold us on the scale.
Suffice to say she is moving in the same direction as the niece at even greater speed.
She needs to give up on eating leftover buns from her cream teas or she will need a new wardrobe especially now that the Christmas Season has officially kicked off.
Thats a good thing about us canines our clothes are super stretchy.