Thursday, July 24

He's not fat, he just has short legs

So I'm venturing into the blogosphere, and I don't even know if it's uncool to say "blogosphere," but it probably is. At the behest of a friend, behold my first post:

My parent’s overweight, elderly beagle--Clyde, who was supposed to have a Bonnie beagle sister, but proved so stubborn and unruly that he never gained a partner in crime--has been put on a strict allergy diet because for more than a year his fur has fallen out in clumps, he smells like a gym shoe no matter how often they bathe him, and he has horrific scabs on his belly and paws.

In retaliation he has (in order of appearance): 1) began barking at them loudly when they’re eating dinner; 2) pooped on the living room floor, while my dad was watching; 3) gone rifling through my mom’s purse, scrounging for anything remotely edible (read: her lipstick); 4) refused to eat ANYTHING. Period. For up to 48 hours; 5) ripped a hole in the guest bedroom’s new wood-and-canvas laundry basket.

The world would be a scary place if everyone actually did what they felt like doing while dieting.

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