I want to talk about overweight dogs but first let’s start at the beginning. I hate going to the vet. I do not have any reason to hate the vet but I do. I start freaking out the minute we turn into the parking lot at our local vet office. One time, I managed to slip out of my collar as we were walking in the door at the vet’s office and took off. That incident involved my Mom and two vet techs chasing me down. Unfortunately, the vet is located on a very busy street and I was close to running into traffic. I think I caused my Mom a few more gray hairs that day but lesson learned I was more securely collared after that day. Not my finest hour.
On my latest trip to the vet for my annual check-up, I weighed in at 36 pounds. Now, when Mom brought me home from the breeder she expected a Puggle weighing in around 20 pounds. That estimate went out the window by the time I was six months old! The kicker here was that at last year’s weigh in I was only 33 pounds. Three pounds in a year! Mom was shocked – she is always careful about how much I eat (I am a Puggle after all – I eat everything!). I am often looking at her after my meal with a questioning face as in “Is that all? Where is the main course?. Also, I get a lot of exercise. Mom and I get out and about 2-3 hours per day. Now, I don’t look fat. In fact, I look pretty fit (It is all muscle baby!).
The vet talked to Mom and said that I need to be even more regulated at meal time. Unfortunately, this means even less at dinner time. Really? Only ¾ a cup, a Puggle could starve on that diet. My vet says that even though I am in good shape now, as I age my metabolism will catch up to me. So I am on a diet. No more treats at every stop along the way on our daily errands (they even keep treats just for me at our local car wash!). Sigh, life is getting rough. If you see me, take pity and don’t offer me any more treats.