Ghah!
Mom dished me up those pellets for breakfast the next morning.
Sniffed them.
Then looked at her and wiggled my eyebrows.
What is this stuff… cardboard?
She stared back at me.
Eat them all up Fudges – this is as good as it is going to get.
You are on a diet from now on.
Those pellets are supposed to increase your metabolism.
They’re good for you.
Besides – you now weigh more than half my weight and it is damn difficult carrying you up the stairs.
I heaved a heavy sigh and crunched one.
Yuk. It tasted like cardboard too.
Luckily mom had put a bit of scrambled egg over the pellets, which hid some of the cruddy taste.
I ate them all down with very long teeth.
We went outside for a walk.
I did my usual and strolled up to the corner of the road.
Mom kept on walking.
Come on Fudgie-wena – being on a diet means you need to get more exercise too.
I sat down on that cold grass and glared at her. No.
She clipped on the leash and gave it a tug. Yes.
Luckily for me the blue dudes chose that exact moment to put the sprinklers on.
Hah!
Foiled.
No walk for us now.
We went home and played some ball instead.
The day passed and the only snacks I got were some airy fairy popcorn pieces and a carrot stick.
By the time supper came around I was starving, so much so that I believe a person could see every single one of my ribs!
Fortunately mom realized there are limits and she dished me my favourite pellets for dinner.
None of those manky tasting balls.
I snarfed it down and licked my bowl clean all the way to under Alpha’s chair.
At 2am I realized that I needed a toilet break.
Grudgingly got out of my nice warm baskie and whined to go out of the bedroom door.
Mom and I went downstairs.
Mom whinged all the way down. Sheesh, she moaned – if these pellets make you need to piddle and poop in the middle of the night when you’ve only just started sleeping through again, then they are for the birds.
Exactly what I thought!
