Thanks everybody (again and forever!) for all your kindness and love. It's made everyone here at Casa de Puglet feel really warm+fuzzy at a time when some extra warm+fuzziness is kinda needed. You are all ridiculously superawesome.
Now. Speaking of kinda needing things... I might need some care packages full of food because I may never get eat again. Because it turns out that 26.1 was my BEFORE weight. As in my weight BEFORE the House of Meat. Your comments had me totally convinced that 26.1 isn't so bad, but then The Man had to go and tell my human the truth. And the truth is 28.8!
I totally forgot we took two trips to the dog food store/scale - once for food and once to get me a name tag because mine fell off or something. I also kinda forgot about the giant bag of cookies I ate a few weeks ago when I escaped from the dog pod and, well, helped myself to some snacks when no one was looking.
I think I was doing OK in the weight department until my human started leaving bags of cookies lying around. Between the stray cookies and a week at the HOM, I've never been fatter. My human says it'll be peas and carrots until my skull harness buckles :(
I haven't been commenting because I'm trying not to wear out my human's thumbs, but I don't need her dumb thumbs to read so I am reading.