This is an excuse I think I should be able to use. Sure I'm a pug, and technically I don't have a say as to when it begins, but really isn't this a woman's favorite saying?
So ever since my bad weekend (darn grass) and not one but two doctors telling mom and dad I'm a little "plump", mom has really stuck to this no treats/extra food/cookies regime. First off she decides to mix my normally yummers food with the (ahem!) weight management formula. Really...fiber?? Then she's totally cut back on treats and my "just because" cookies. Now these precious orbs are for not. I've even taken to helping myself to whatever is in the fridge. I don't even have any carrots to drown my sorrow...something about getting to Trader Joe's blah blah blah.
I used to get a whole cup of food a day! Now I only get 3/4 of a cup. FOR THE WHOLE DAY! What is mom thinking? I run, I chase, I play, I fetch that's like at least 1,000,000 calories burned a day right?!? Ugh, this is not happening to me. Doesn't mom understand, I'm stocky, it's like in my gene pool. I know she blames everything on being Italian, so I blame it on being a pug.
I feel faint, lack of cookies will cause my to swoon, they'll be lucky if I perform at my optimum. Must find cookie......