Tuesday, October 23, 2012
I'm feeling waaaaay better now that my Whoopie Pie has... uh... left the building. But even though I don't have any Whoopie left in me, my human says I'm looking a little bit fat. Yeah. That's what she said: a little bit fat.
I guess being a little bit fat is is better than being a lot fat, so I was kinda OK with this... until I heard the humans talking about taking a trip to PetSmart tomorrow. Because you know what a trip to PetSmart means.
ME: hey, do the PetSmarts on your coast have scales?
SOPHIE: you mean the thing that says I am 16 petite little pounds?
ME: yeah, that thing.
SOPHIE: then yes, we have the scales. But it won't say you are 16 petite little pounds.
I don't think I've ever been petite, little or 16 pounds. But I do know if I don't lose some of my little-bit-fatness ASAP, I might never eat again. Like, anything. Ever. So today I ran my butt off chasing birds on the beach and think I might have lost some fatness. Tomorrow morning I'm supposed to teach Sophie how to swim and guess I could lose maybe some more fatness doing that?
If anyone has any other fatness-losing ideas, please please please let me know.
The scale is coming!