Remember last month, on my birthday, when I had a very very sore back? I went to visit Dr B and he took pictures of my insides. Then he stole some blood from my leg. All the tests came back good and the medicine Mom gave me made my back feel all better. But, Dr B said that I was fat. Yes, he really said that. I was insulted.
Mom said I had to go on a diet because the scales said I weighed 75 pounds. I think that sounds like an excellent number, but she didn't agree, so I started dieting. She gave me less dog food at each meal, but so that I wouldn't feel hungry all the time, she gave me lots and lots of green beans.
For treats when everybody else got a biscuit, I got a couple Zukes. They're little. but they're very tasty and Mom said I got them because I'm special.
Well, today was the day for my one month weigh-in. Mom wasn't too sure if I'd lost any weight, so she chose a day that Dr B wasn't in. She didn't want him to lecture her if I hadn't lost any pounds. The lady at the desk asked if she should put my new weight on my chart and Mom said " only if he's lost".
Then the big moment came and I stepped on the scales. I sat down and waited and Mom got all happy because the scales said 70.5 pounds.
Yup, I lost 4.5 pounds. See, I knew I could do it. Now, I only have 5 more to go. No problem!
Your pal, Fudge