yes, if she were a teenager she would be stomping out of the room, slamming doors and muttering “Moooooom” under her breath for I have well and truly ruined her life.
What could I possibly have done to my little fur girl? Well….
I have put her on a DIET. Don’t tell her the word “diet” contains the word “die” — she wouldn’t believe me anyway because she isn’t a very good speller but I am afraid if she doesn’t lose some weight that is exactly what might happen. Even her groomer said she was struggling yesterday. So….
She has been cut off. I am revising her diet and cutting down on the treats. She eats too many treats and loves table food. It is my bad, I know, and I am trying to fix it.
She isn’t happy with me —
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