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I’m seeking investors to help me finance a television show called The Biggest Dog Loser. Ok, the title may need to be changed but I’m imagining a show where doggy trainers help man’s best friend to lose weight. I’d be happy to make Jack a contestant on the show because he needs to drop a couple pounds and I’m not sure I’m the right guy to be his trainer.
I took Jack to the vet last week for his annual round of shots and routine grooming. As soon as the vet said “let’s get you on the scale Jack” I knew I wasn’t going to like the result. Over the past couple months our exercise routine has been nonexistent due a problem with one of my feet. It is only in the past few days that I’m fully recovered. For Jack that meant he went about two months his usual assortment of treats but without his vigorous walks. I wasn’t surprised to find out Jack was now overweight but was taken aback with the vet told me he was a few ounces shy of 30 pounds.
I explained to the vet that it was my fault because our exercise consisted of fetch in the backyard due to my bad foot. I put Jack on a weight control dog food about a month ago and switched to low calorie and weight control treats. Of course the problem is he was receiving way too many treats. He wasn’t seeing any benefits from the healthier treats because he was taking in the same amount of calories as he was when he was on the other treats. To my relief the vet did say Jack was built bigger than the average pug and could handle the extra weight but suggested losing some weight now would be better for him long term as it would prevent breathing and knee problems. He even laughed when I told Jack “see you’re not fat, you’re just big boned!” I promised the vet that Jack’s exercise regimen would increase and I’d limit the treat intake.
That was a week ago. We have gone for nice walks that have left Jack exhausted every day since the trip to the vet. Jack still receives his treats but they are smaller in number than before. Each potty trip is no longer rewarded with a snack. I made a promise to Jack that I’d make a sacrifice in this too and I’m giving up ice cream. Neither one of us are doing too well with the sacrifices yet. Yesterday Jack went to the cabinet where the treats are kept and just barked at the door to magically open so he could go in and raid the supply. Ah, if only it were that simple.
Since Jack is incapable of setting a goal for weight loss I told him he could lose three to four pounds and my goal would be 15. We’re two guys who love to eat and plop on the couch so this should be interesting. I got him into this mess and I’ll get him out but it sure would be nice to have one of those TV trainers to bark at us when we need it.