Pupdate: about...diets

About...diets

by Human Affairs Correspondent, Snow

My people took me to the vet. 

The vet said things like ‘fat’, ‘ribs’ and ‘diet’.

I was not sure what they were talking about.

My big people often shake their heads and talk about ‘diet’ when they are eating their favourite foods like chocolate or cake. Perhaps I needed to eat more cake?

That wasn’t it.

After my visit to the vet, my belly got very rumbly. 

I was not allowed to eat my people’s food from their plates. 

I got told off even more than usual when I ate my little big sister’s food. 

I was not given any cake.

My belly was so rumbly that I tried stealing socks and eating them whole.

They filled up my tummy, but they did feel a bit funny when they came out the other end. My people started hiding the socks.

My people started taking me on more walks too. I like walks a lot, so I don’t mind. 

Now, my belly is starting to feel a bit less rumbly. I don't need to eat so many socks any more, but I still nibble one or two. I especially like the ones that smell of cheese.

I can run much faster; I can almost keep up with my little big sister.

When my people took me to the vet to stand on the metal table, they nodded as they read out the numbers. I think that is a good sign.

Perhaps, now I have experience of "diet" I can help my people "diet" too. I will woof madly whenever they get out the chocolate or the cake to stop them from eating it. 

Perhaps I will bring them some socks instead...

Wags and woofs,

Snow

"When life gives you socks, eat them." - pawverb