So you know how mom's all "Oh Bellatrix you're looking a little chunky lately", so now she's making me weigh in every Wednesday. Worse yet? I have to blog to y'all about it. So I tried my best to orb her out of making me get weighed, but this time, my orbs failed.
I really hate to get on any scale, but this one...it irks me. Why? Because I am convinced it lies! I'm not going to get on it willingly.
The closer I get to it, the less I want on it. I know that if that number is too high, my treats go away! GRRRR
Ah man...that can't be right!! 23 lbs!! Impossible! I have to pee, I have to poo, I didn't think light thoughts, I just ate, I'm bloated....I give up....OK mom, I guess I don't get treats anymore until I'm back down to 20 lbs.
So Phoebe/Zoey's mom had an awesome idea....alternate pug Sunday! Do any bay area pugs want to meet up at Pt. Isabel this weekend like 1pm? If you want to help burn off some of your "winter coat" then let me know!! We can run for hours and our humans can walk and gossip too! Spread the word!!!