Love Handles Suck

Much to my surprise, my eagerly anticipated car ride last night ended up at the dreaded vets. 

Ummm, what are we doing here??? 

I feel fine, my ears are clean, my coat is shiny and my breath and teeth are pristine! I am the epitome of health! 

A checkup? There is nothing else I can think of that needs checking....until the vet coaxed me up on the damn scale. 

Holy Wowza!!! 

Ok so I gained "several" pounds and the two things that dad thought were my hips were actually love handles!!!

How humiliating!!!! 

All I could do was hide behind moms leg as the vet lectured mom and dad about properly measuring my food. 

I am officially on a diet and it officially sucks!!! If they had a weight watchers for dogs I'd probably be on it, that's how anal mom is about my portions now. 

On the bright side, we will be taking many more walks - longer walks and I will be milking them for all they are worth! 

p.s. mom did this blog post on her smartphone so if it looks lousy forgive me and blame her!