104. That’s what Lexie weighed in at at our last visit to the V. E. T.Poor girl. Like people, some dogs struggle with their weight all the time. Two years ago Lexie was pushing 98. Last year she was down to 90.
We’ve been scratching our heads, not for fleas, to figure out why her figure has gotten so wide. We eat the same food and the same amount at feeding time.
The V. E. T. asked how close grandma lives and thought maybe she was slipping Lexie some extra treats. Sometimes our neighbor, Opie’s person, brings us a few goodies, but not that many.
The only thing I can come up with is Lexie’s snacks in between meals. She eats a lot of grass and rocks. Cheryl even pulled a mole, which was still squirming, out of her mouth a few weeks ago.
Cheryl’s solution to slim down Lexie affects us both. She got us some low-fat dog food. So far it’s working. Not because of the “fit and trim” on the label, but because we’re on a hunger strike. Trust me, diet dog food is no better than diet people food. And I’m still not one for change.
My advice to Lexie is to fret, worry and whine more. That’s how I maintain my boyish figure.
I better stop now. I promised Lexie I wouldn’t mention her weight on the World Wide Web. (I’m sure there’s a not-too-skinny joke in there somewhere.)
(Click http://www2.morganton.com/content/2009/may/11/lot-more-love/ to read my column about our V. E. T. visit from two years ago.)
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