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If I had thought about it, I would have realized this was going to be the case. In the wake of Felix, the dog has gotten quite plump.
He had a rabies booster shot today and the vet, who never weighs him anyway, gave him the once over saying dryly: "There's a lot of dog here. A bit more than before."
The once-smallish terrier can't know what is about to happen, but you can:
His (already diet) food will be mildly reduced and bulked up with string beans (canned is OK)
He can have unlimited string beans, lettuce and celery.
He can't have so much lamb lung and he can't even have so many of the strange super puffed mostly air diet treats that his Aunt got for him.
This is not a beast who handles moderation well, but he is starting to resemble an ottoman.
And all of this, I have been told, is merely to forestall the inevitable which will happen once Felix realizes (and it will be any moment now, according to the Good Doctor) that the dog will be extremely entertaining if food is thrown to him from the lofty heights of the highchair.
Really, it is one thing to have to maintain one's own intake, but it is another alltogether to be the naysayer with a cute dog. Just yesterday he coiled himself around a tree in the rain in front of a film shoot, desperately begging the people at the craft services table to give him just a little chicken wing, or bowl of cereal.
posted by Elise at 1:21 PM
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