The Weigh In

Although I’m trying to forget, some of you may recall back in the spring at my annual physical Dr. Doug said the dreaded “D” word to me. Yes, I had to go on a diet. So for the past few months I’ve been watching what I eat, laying off the treats despite being a “very good boy,” and getting plenty of exercise. Well the time of reckoning had arrived. I went to our local pet store to be weighed.

I’m not going to lie. I was nervous as I approached the scale. Did I shed those few extra pounds? Am I the same weight? Or worse yet did I gain more?

I held my breath as I waited for Mom to read the scale…
…and breathed a huge sigh of relief!

I did it! I lost those three pounds and I’m now back within a good weight for my frame! Now off to the treat section to celebrate!

What do you mean I can’t have one of each? I’ve been a very good boy on my diet!

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Chuck Billy is a Golden Retriever, living in Southern Maine, who likes to share his unique observations on life with his little brother Asa. When not writing his blog, he spends his days being awesome.

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