Friday, October 26, 2012
Well, I'm not sure exactly how much a-little-bit-fat weighs. But according to the stupid scale at cousin Sophie's PetSmart (and my human), I am officially F-A-T.
And that's after peeing/pooping, without a leash or collar. Yeah. I don't even want to think about what Detecto might have said if I hadn't spent an entire day fetching my butt off.
Right now I'm trying to convince my human that Eat Coast scales are not the same as our scales back home and cannot be trusted. Not sure she's buying it though. She's still feeding me, but it's been nothing but dog food and carrots since the Whoopie Pie.
This is not the time for carrots. I might never set paw on the Eat Coast again and definitely can't leave with an empty stomach...