Mister Fatty Boombah

Scruffy Mutt and I have just returned from our annual pilgrimage to the vet. Last visit, I was advised to watch his weight as he was bordering on fatty boombah status.

Sheez! I have enough problem watching my own!

Scruffy Mutt ventures on to the scales (not wanting to when there is so many smells and other things to investigate)…

Oh! Horror! I didn’t do a good job of watching his weight at all!!!

Two kilos! Yep, I’ve done a fabulous job watching his weight.

You may be thinking 2kg is not a lot? Well when you only weigh 15kg, it’s a massive amount.

Poor Scruffy Mutt begins his diet tonight, in an effort to shed at least 1.5kg so he can have some dental work under general anaesthetic.

My poor boy, is food obsessed. He’s not going to be happy with me.

And when it comes time to dispose of Boo’s leftovers, he’s going to look at me with those big, brown, sad puppy eyes and I’m going to feel horrible!

ETA: When I informed Boo that the dog needed to go on a diet and she couldn’t give him scraps anymore her reponse was “He won’t like that. Forget about it!”

Followed later with “I love Sheikh just the way he is. Forget about it!”