so remember that post about how I "used to worry about my appearance" [yeah that post from what seems like just yesterday - dogs can't tell time!!!!]? I was a secure [stocky], confident [well, not feeling too bad about myself] little guy [maybe not so little anymore].
So there I am, not sweating a few extra ozs [ok, so maybe a whole lb] - a real dog, not some runway dog and Mama starts pushing some theory about strain on my joints [blah, blah, blah...] and next thing I know...
... if you want to sprinkle my kibs with something - how about some cheese!!!! I'm not some vegetarian hippie dog in Berkeley - I am a meat and potatos kind of dog!!!!!! [Don't tell Mama, but they aren't that bad... I don't want her getting too excited and start giving me sprouts or kale or something!!!!!!!!!] But still - I needed to get her attention, so I had to create a little diversion in the hopes of scoring some sympathy cheese... I should have put more thought into it because I clearly forgot just how high up the bed is... One serious Yorkie 'face plant' later and I got a little red meat and a whole lot of Mama love... [worth a little bump on the noggin]...
I am about to fake a limp, gotta go... And remember... Never... EVER... underestimate the ability of this guy when it comes to pulling the heart strings...
