Mr Colin had a visit to the vet today. Just a routine six monthly visit to have his anti-scratch prescription renewed. Yes, like almost every other labrador on this planet, he appears to be allergic to something commonplace (to ascertain the culprit is a pricey undertaking so we have chosen ignorance) for which a daily pill is necessary.
The vets, after a shaky start, is now one of his favourite places on Earth; only partly because Kirsten the Vet is one of his favourite humans. They also have a pretty decent treat jar. But things took a dark turn when his was asked to sit on the scales.
41.4 kg!?
Luckily, he got his treat ration (plus a couple he found on the floor – oh, happy day) before Kirsten caught up with that bit of news. Now all talk is about cutting down portion sizes and limiting goodies.
“It’ll be the gym next, you mark my words,” our portly pup,, for the sake of a good story, was heard to growl.
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Ms Chilli likes being a portly pup. She matches her human.
As does Colin. We could all do with a bit of attention to portion sizes but where’s the joy in that 😊
So handsome even if he’s carrying a few more pounds than he should.
He looks like what he is: a friendly, fun-loving, loyal bloke. That’s the definition of handsome in my book 😊
A very modern ailment.
He is the very model of a modern… dog 😊