And tell me I'm fat? Yeah. Because that's exactly what the vet did to me this morning. Usually she's all "you're in such good shape Puglet! Here, have a treat. Heck - you can have TWO".
But not today. Today she just called me fat and gave me nothing but a pet on the head.
And I wasn't even there to get weighed! One of my eyes has been gunky and when the gunk turned green, my human said it was vet time. My eyes have NOTHING to do with how much I do or don't weigh, so I have no idea why they even made me get on the stupid scale. I mean, what does being fat have to do with green eye gunk??
Still, when the vet was checking me out with the scopey thing, she looked me straight in the eye and said (to my human, like I wasn't even there): Puglet's looking a little chunky these days. Might want to cut back on the treats a little.
Huh what? Cut back on what treats? The only treat left is poop and I have to sneak out into the bushes in the middle of the night to get that. Why can't humans just accept that pugs like food? Because if it was up to me, I wouldn't be a little chunky. I'd be a lot chunky.