D-I-E-t...YUCK!

Ike is long gone, and we did not get a single drop of its rain! Thank goodness!

This past Sunday, Mama had this brilliant idea to take me to Petsmart, being that I have been stuck inside for a few days. I was excited until Daddy had this superb idea to have me weighed at the Vet's scale...dum...dum, duuuummm... The weigh in for me came in at 22.2 lbs. The horrible word of DIET came out of the Vet Tech's mouth! Notice...the first three letters to "diet" spells D-I-E. Is that a pre-empted message of a painful torture of sort? I think so!

I am in the category between Too Heavy and Ideal. I'm not quite overweight, but am not ideal either. My excuse is that it has been super hot outside and I cannot deal with all that heat...I have black fur! Plus, my broadness is due to the Pug side of me!

Mama said that I have to reduce my intake of food and increase my exercise...YUCK! That would mean that Mama and Daddy would have to take me out on walkies more...hee, hee, heee! This is me waiting to go on my walkie!

Here I am sniffing up all my pee mails.Making sure I recognized that one!Then I checked out the local hangout of the fire hydrant!Then all of a sudden, Mama burst into a sprint. I had to go along with her. Look at me run!

I sure don't run very often. Both Mama and I were exhausted when we got back to the house. All I wanted was some cool water.This is how I feel about D-I-E-t and exercise: I was super tired and exhausted after my 20 minute walkie that entailed some running. Mama said that she would reduce her dessert and sugar intake to diet with me. Now if only we can convince Daddy to give up his Fried Chicken!

Sad about dieting,

CoCo Puff