I guess it runs in the family!
I took her to the vet. They did all the fun stuff. Stick up the butt, two shots, and drew blood. She was remarkably unmoved by these intrusions. She didn't even bark or whine.
The vet came in, examined her, and said, "Well, she could stand to lose a little weight."
She weighs 66 pounds. I really, swear to Frog, just though she was extremely fluffy.
No, not so much. She has a layer of flab on her that needs to come off.
As I put her in the car I asked if she'd like to join Weight Watchers with me.
She just looked at me like I'm a fool.
So. I guess I have to convince my husband not to slip her potato chips or let her lick the pudding out of his pudding cups. Goober.