Friday, November 23, 2007

fatty dog

88 pounds!
the vet wants him to lose 8-10 pounds or put him on a prescription diet. I figure cutting out table scraps will do the trick, plus more walks. And Josh fenced off a section of the backyard where we can throw scraps for the chickens that Buddy can't get to. I'm sure at least 5 pounds of his weight is from the chicken bones incident! Honestly though, I was surprised he doesn't weigh more.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Having to constantly watch my weight myself, I sympathize with your friend there--table scraps, what's not to love?

Too bad we don't live in the same neighborhood--I love to walk, and am constantly walking Bella. (That helps keep the middle-aged spread to a minimum). All those stupid cliches about middle age are true.