They say that you should never skip breakfast, and so I never do. They say dogs shouldn’t lie down to eat, but I always do. Why not? Didn’t the Romans lie down to eat?
Once I visited a vet who said it was terrible that I refused to stand up and eat. I wanted to ask him if he stood up to eat, but I didn’t think he’d get the connection. We never went back to him because he was mean to Shane. Didn’t like his frazzled nerves or his dog-like attitude. The truth is he only liked dogs like me who don’t get pushed out of shape when strangers poke at them, examine their teeth, stick things into their private flesh, or trespass on essential personal space without so much as a polite hello. Even though Shane was wearing a muzzle, the vet got all flustered and lost his breath. Of course he lost his breath, for he was a very overweight man—at least 100 pounds overweight—and, if can you believe it, he pronounced me fat. Me.
The vet we see at Babylon Animal Hospital says that I’m just right. “Look at the size of those paws!” Dr. Schmid said with admiration. “You’re a very fluffy dog; that’s why people think you’re so big,” she added with a smile. On the other hand, she said that Shane could stand to lose a little. But, she wasn’t mean about it, and she seemed to understand that all dogs are not of the same emotional stuff. I like a vet who understands what she’s talking about.
Best wishes, Juno
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