Our dog went to the vet a few weeks ago to get his shots. As it turned out, he also had infections in his ear and on his skin. The vet also suspected he might have fleas. I was instantly disgusted that this infected flea-bag was in my house. I also felt guilty that I hadn’t noticed he wasn’t feeling well. It’s obvious that I am not a multi-tasking nurturer. (I wonder if Myke has some kind of ailment I haven’t noticed.)
Anyway, 5 prescriptions later, he was healed. I tell you this because the vet also pointed out that the dog is overweight. Well, of course he is. He’s a member of my family and we love food. It’s what we do. I instantly knew why our pooch is a fatty-fatty-two-by-four: Eva.
She feeds him from the table and he lingers around her waiting for any scrap he can get. It’s like he’s at Costco waiting in line for a sample. However, they are just so cute together that I can’t bring myself to shoo him away from the table.
I guess this means their bond is worth having a fatso dog.
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