Bad Habits and Sheer Defiance

It’s been 5 whole days since I last wrote anything! My game’s been a bit off this week. I don’t know why or what’s wrong with me but I haven’t been my usual peppy, adventurous self. Actually, Mom says I’ve been quite bad – unusually defiant.

It all started on Monday. My Grandpa (Dad’s dad) came over. Grandpa has a routine with us. When he gets here, Khia and I go crazy because he brings bag of treats with him that he keeps in his pocket. He comes in, sits down and we get treat after treat after treat. 3 years late, Mom has given up the battle of trying to get him to stop giving me treats. Anyway, on this particular visit, Grandpa pulled in the driveway and popped the “trunk” door of his van to get some plants out to give to Dad. Before he took the plants out, though, he and Dad went to sit and chat on the patio. After I got my 8 million treats that he was carrying in his pocket, I was off to explore the van. No one realized I was missing…that is until I came back and was as round as the moon. Why was I round you ask? Well, Grandpa had a bag of Pup-peroni treats in the van. Not just any bag…the bulk, humongoid bag and it was half-full. That is, until I ate the entire stash. I got in big trouble, guys. But the trouble was nowhere near as bad as the pain from eating so many Pup-peroni sticks. This happened around noon. Mom got home from work around 7 and after her initial shock of seeing me looking like a balloon with twig legs, she started to get really worried. My belly was hard as a rock. I never threw up though. I just didn’t move very much, if at all, the whole night.

From there, everything just went downhill this week. I haven’t been listening to anything Mom and Dad say. I sit defiantly by the steps when they tell me to come inside. I won’t go in the house when Mom tells me to if I’m in the bird room with her. Which brings up the fact that I run out the door to get into the bird room when I’m not supposed to.

Honestly, I think I have a problem. I’m heavier than I have ever been in my whole life and I think it’s making me grumpy. Aside from my indulgence on Monday, treats have completely been eliminated from my diet and I am still gaining weight! I weigh 25.4 lbs – that a 2.2 lb GAIN since I went on my diet!!!! *sigh* I think I need doggy gastric-bypass surgery….

If anyone has ideas as to my weight gain and unhappiness, I’m all ears.