Poor smonster! Can you at least relax now?

Maybe Frankie can cuddle your troubles away.

Steph, is it the top of his paws or the bottom he's licking?

It's the top, which is why I wondered. I would have almost expected him to lick the pads, since he has gotten a lot more pavement time recently.

On Kato, that means that about about 3 inches of tummy needs to be pulled up.

Ahahahaha!!! Better than what I was thinking, honestly.

Actually, This page has an even better weight comparison chart about half way down the page. It's in color, so easier to see the nuances.

Oh! Our vet has that chart! I usually looked at it to check Chloe, because she was definitely thin and veering toward emaciated by the time we had her put to sleep. And we were so worried about Chloe that I never gave a passing thought to our fat man. Yup, Kato definitely falls under "heavy."

(He would like me to inform the Internet that he is NOT fat; he just has a double coat. I told him I've tried that excuse for years.)

I have a beer and a cigarette. I can relax for tonight.

Frankie's back home with my parents, so cuddling him will have to wait.

Yeah, Lucy tried that one. (Or, you know, I did on her behalf.) Was not entirely true.

ETA to clarify the xpost: Lucy tried the big boned double coat. The beer and cigarettes were all me.

Yeah, Lucy tried that one. (Or, you know, I did on her behalf.) Was not entirely true.

Heh. He *does* have a double coat. Over his DOUBLE FAT.

(He would like me to inform the Internet that he is NOT fat; he just has a double coat. I told him I've tried that excuse for years.)

Yeaaaahhh.

Our pal, Gary, who is a Fiest Hound, turned into the sort of beach ball that Bartleby was at one time. (I'm a horrible convert when it comes to canine obesity) I make a comment to his male person who is, coincidentally, a nationally ranked racing cyclist with zero body fat. His reply was, "He's all muscle." I responded,"Right. Gary is all muscle, just like I am all muscle. Nice try. A treat is an event, not a volume! Give him the tiniest bit and he'll be just as happy!"

He has since trimmed down. Turns out he had figured out how to open the cupboard where the treats are stored and had been helping himself in the middle of the night.

Dogs can be too smart for our own good!

Turns out he had figured out how to open the cupboard where the treats are stored and had been helping himself in the middle of the night.

I suspect Kato just orders food online when we're at work.

Our pal, Gary, who is a Fiest Hound

"1, 2, 3, 4...Show me to the doggie door"

Y'all, I just got up at an open mic and shared the Angel quote, "if nothing you do matters, all that matters is what you do," and talked about what it means to me. Buffistas never say die.

when I was a teenager we had a fluffy kinda fat cat and if anyone commented about her being fat Mom would say "she's not fat she's just fluffy!"

And then we had to get her shaved one summer (she was having heat and flea problems). And then Mom's comment was "she's not just fluffy she's fat!"

My Dean is underweight because he has food allergies and/or Kitty IBS so i have to give him a supplement. Pf course Dean looooves grains and bad things for him. He'll eat unpopped popcorn --sneak it right out of the bowl.