Now we’re all cranky and craving ice cream
Not only am I going through the ‘healthy diet means a happier you’ phase, but now Thunder Butt is going through one as well. According to the vet, she has to drop several pounds or she’ll be aged long before her time.
So we’re dieting. And she’s licking the top of her food bin like “Mom, I’m starved. Mom, I’m hungry. Mom, Mom, Mom, MOM! Feed me!” And I feel worse because, in a way, I made her that way. Dogs are not like children; you cannot control what your kids eat. But your dog (usually) only gets to eat what you give them. Since she doesn’t go digging in the trash like my old dog, and all her treats are in a cupboard that requires being five feet tall with opposable thumbs to open, her extra pounds came directly from my hand.
It’s a hellish guilt trip.
She now gets walked twice a day instead of just once, and while that’s good for both of us, the same cannot be said for my shoes.
The extra walks are a good time for figuring out issues in the book though. I can think through the problems as we cavorting through the cold and wet afternoons (and yes, they’re cold and wet here finally, it just took us a bit longer than the rest of the country). And nothing says mind-numbing task like cleaning the dirt and mud out from between dog toes- so I can think about it then too.
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