Note to self: Do not put the day of the week in the title of a post, because by today anyone who wandered in here thought, "Tuesday? WTF?"
It was a helluva week. Enough said about that. On the plus side, the weather has been fabulous, low 70s, cloudless skies, and the dogs and I have been walking a lot. Which is good, because I took Murphy to the vet today, and he is in perfect health and adorable and they loved him, but he's even fatter than he was a year ago. Middle-aged weight gain - it's not just for humans anymore. Murphy is 7.5, which means he is, in dog years, just about exactly my age. I feel your pain, my little one. We will fight this battle together.
I am a firm believe in the adage that "If your dog is fat you aren't getting enough exercise," and now that the weather has changed I've been hauling the Porky Yorkie around daily. The vet wasn't concerned about his weight, she is glad we are walking and suggested low fat treats (He's already on low fat food, but Dudley introduced him to treats, and his competitive nature led him to eat them.)