Today it's raining outside again, but it's still a super special day because these are sitting on the kitchen counter waiting till our afternoon outing. You all know what they mean, a party!!!
You probably can't guess why we're having a party for me. Yes, it's Father's Day and I am a father of nine. Here's one of my kids, Norma Jean. Mom says she's a chip off the old block.
But the real reason for the party is super wonderful. You see back in February when I had my birthday, I had a very sore back. I had to visit Dr B and get on some pain medicine to make me feel better. That day he told Mom that I was fat. Can you imagine him saying such a thing? When I got on the scales that day, they said 75 pounds.
Mom put me on a diet right away. She cut my kibble in half and started adding lots of green beans. She and Dad also started breaking my treats in half. Not fair!!!!
On March 31st they took me back to the clinic to check on my weight and I was 70.5 pounds. That made Mom very happy, but she still starved me.
Well, on Thursday Mom was sitting at her computer and I went over and leaned on her. She started rubbing my back and then she felt all around me. She told Dad that she thought I'd lost more weight, so on Friday we went back to the clinic again and I got on the scales again.
Guess what !!! I weight 65.5 pounds. I did it!!! I lost 10 pounds and now my back doesn't hurt and I look oh so handsome and Mom started feeding me again. Not a lot, but at least I don't feel like I'm starving. And on the way home we stopped at the store and got cupcakes with sprinkles to celebrate.
All of you Dads out there have a good day, but it won't be as good as mine.
Your pal Fudge