Well
well well….just taken our two gorgeous Jack Russell’s to the vet for their
yearly MOT. As part of the check up the
vet wanted to weigh the boys, however when she weighed Taffarini she proclaimed
he could do with losing a little weight….the cheek of it! We do call him Fat Boy but that’s just an affectionate
term for such a slim and beautiful boy, surely.
That’s
Taffarini (AKA Fat Boy or Taffy) on left and Mojo on the right (yes the one with the
enormous ears…..hay we think he’s beautiful). So diet it is then.
Now,
before diet the day normally went as follows: get up feed boys, they don’t eat
their breakfast as they wait for us to have our coffee and toast as this means
they get some yummy toast. Then they eat
their own breakfast if they can be bothered.
Play with toys and generally run around barking and disturbing my
husband as he tries to work and have conference calls about some very important
computer jiggery pokery stuff. Then lunchtime
there maybe a little titbit of this or that…only something small I’m sure, then
apple cores if there’s any going, then perhaps a Smackeroo (oh how they love
Smackeroo’s) then hearty walk on moors….boys gotta be hungry now…then their dinner,
which they may take a look at (yucky hard boring dry food) then it’s our dinner
and boy there may be something that accidently fell into their mouths under the
table. Then more playing and perhaps a
sniff at their dinner lying in their bowls and polish it off in a most languid
fashion.
On
reflection maybe it might have been a little too much extra stuff??!!
Now,
day goes like this: get up feed boys, Taffy runs around very excited and acts
like he has never been fed, both gobble food up and look expectantly for more
(there is no more). We have our breakfast;
coffee and toast, boys look hungrily at us with pleading eyes…nay implores us
with those eyes for a little bit of toast…a crumb even, but no. Then nothing other than playing with toys and
amusing themselves till walk…yay walk, they rush around and get very very
excited. Then their dinner, yucky hard boring
dry food but oh it’s so delicious now, they eat all up in 2 seconds flat, more
is the cry but no. Then more lounging
around and barking at the television if a dog or animal comes on the screen,
playing with toys but no more food.
Taffy’s stomach thinks his throat has been cut and is thoroughly bored
of this no treats malarkey. Much teasing
of Fat Boy that he is now so skinny we see his ribs and is all skin and bone….poor
little Fat Boy wasting away. Ah the
amusement of our beloved dogs, where would we be without them and my sabbatical
is made even more enjoyable now I can spend so much time with them. Silver linings everywhere to redundancy.
The boys won't want mummy to go back to an office based job!
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