Our boy was very calm as we waited in the lobby. He stepped confidently onto the scale and Steve read his weight to the tech who held his chart. "Whew boy! Some body is going to get a lecture from Dr. Julia," Steve whispered to me as he used his fingers to indicate YoYoMa's weight.
Taken to the back for routine bloodwork and a heartworm test, YoYoMa returned with his leg wrapped in bright red and held it out for me to fuss over. He hopped onto the exam table with a bit of help and the animal nurse used the footpedals to raise the level as she held the White One and spoke reassuringly.
Then Dr. Julia came in. YoYoMa turned on the charm instantly. He tilted his head. He wagged his tail. He smiled is irresistible grin. She gave him a head hug and ran her hands down his sides. I cringed because I knew what was next.
"Mr. YoYoMa, you have put on some weight. I know you were underweight when you first arrived last year but now I cannot feel any rib structure at all. And that is too tubby..."
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| Does this hat make my face look fat? |
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| Maybe it is the unflattering angles I am photographed at that make me look heavier |
"You still can stand to lose about 8 lbs. I will grant that you are big boned. But you are at a point in life where your metabolism is changing and weight gain happens easier." Dr. Julia looked at Steve and I. "He gets the same amount of food as Siku does and she is the same age and smaller and she has not gained weight; she was just in" Steve, embarrassed, replied. "Boys sometimes see this change sooner than girl dogs," Dr. Julia explained.
YoYoMa was about to swoon in anticipation. "Don't necessarily change the amount; that will just make him surf the other's bowls, but give him more vegetables than the others and cut back on the snacks." YAWD let out a low howl. "Does he have to give up his duck jerky? He gets two strips a day." "Duck is a low fat protein but no more than two strips...and cut out the cookies." YoYoMa licked the nurse's hand in relief.
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| At least I can still have my duck jerky, momma! The Dr. said so! |
We got back in the car. YoYoMa let out a deep breath. "OK that is over. Let's stop for ice cream cones."
Steve slowly turned from the wheel to look behind his seat, "How about waiting until we get home and I will fix all of us a nice salad?" YAWD thought for a moment and realized that his vision of ice cream was a mirage. "Extra salad dressing?" Steve laughed. "Maybe one smear of goat cheese!"
"OK, but don't tell the others about the diet, OK?" ""Baby Boy," Steve said cradling his ears and then patting his own tummy, "you and I are partners on this one!" The WDA crowded the door when we got in wanting to know details. "Fit as a fiddle!" Steve announced as everypup had a sniff. YoYoMa smiled in thanks.