My human came back from Seattle last night and I am soooo happy. Apparently, I am also sooooo fat.
When I came running out of the House of Meat, she was all happy to see me at first. At least for the first 5 seconds. So I thought all was OK. I thought we might skip the whole weigh-in thing. And then I guess she got a good look at me because the first thing she said was:
Oh my God. What happened to the Pug? He looks like a giant fur sausage!
I knew right away that meant we'd be stopping at the scale on the way home. And I was pretty sure that meant I'd never eat another cookie for as long as I live.
My human thought the scale would say I weigh 28lbs. And she was [quote] "horrified" by this. So when the scale said I really weigh more like 30.1lbs - she was totally NOT happy. Not so much because I have a few new neck rolls and something that looks a lot like cellulite, but because it's superunhealthy for a dog to gain 4.5 pounds in 4 days.
I don't think we'll ever be allowed to stay at the House of Meat again. And my human says it's going to be a loooong time before I get anything to eat but carrots and the usual 1/2 cup of food a day. Including the special Green-lipped Mussel & Venison cookies she brought home from Seattle :(
PS: My human still hasn't told me why she left us, but my 30.1 pound gut tells me something is going on.