the two things go together like fake tan and cruise ships, like merlot and stinky cheese, and, most recently, like my pavement special pooch and my being overseas for two weeks.
You see, on my arrival back home a few days ago I flung open the front door, let my hand luggage thump to the floor and assumed the position for maximum welcome home cuddles from my adorable puppy. What followed was quite unexpected...
Instead of the lean, lithe canine I had left behind I was greeted by more wobble than bounce. Sure, the big brown eyes were as sparkly as ever, the tail as hyperactive as usual but there was a new addition to her physique – a boep.
Instead of the lean, lithe canine I had left behind I was greeted by more wobble than bounce. Sure, the big brown eyes were as sparkly as ever, the tail as hyperactive as usual but there was a new addition to her physique – a boep.
Me: "Um, I thought you said that she wasn't eating so well while I was away..."
Hubby: "She wasn't. Was really worried about her..."
Me: *confused expression*
Hubby: "I bought a giant lasagne from Woolies the day after you left 'cos I couldn't be asked to cook and, well, 'cos she wasn't eating I thought I'd try feed her some. And she loved it!"
Me: "I'm sure she did..."
Hubby: *Grabbing the lasagne tray thingee from the fridge and off loading a heap of carbs into her bowl* "Look, it's like crack for dogs..."
Sadie: *turning to face me with a piece of pasta the size of her protruding from each corner of her mouth and a look of bliss across her face* [if she could've spoken] "nom nom nom, now this is what I'm talking about mother. Much better than that Science Plan stuff you've been subjecting me to, nom, nom, nom"
Me: "But she's fat. Looks like she swallowed a tennis ball."
Hubby: *smug look accompanied by toddler-like grin* "Well you always said you wanted a proper sausage dog. Look, I finally got you one."
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