It’s All About that Bass…No Treble …It’s All About that Bass…No Treble
Like…there are some words no one likes…not the Two Footed…not the Four Footed and most certainly, not the Ultimate Earth Dog.
Oh, I know lots of words…even if you string them together, you can’t fool me…like Go for a walk…you’re such a pretty puppy….leave that cat alone besides the Come, Stop, Stay, Dance…but the word I dread, that humiliates me, that sounds judgemental and harsh to my Pedigree Puppy Mill blue blood ears is F.A.T!
I am not F.A.T. I admit, square-built with a double coat of super fluffy, kinky fur that may make me look well…stout…but I am not…so no carb reduced starve till you disappear diet for me, no thanks…got it?
It starts at the Vet…as usual. Oh, they may be nice but they are a conniving syndicate. I sometimes wonder if they work hand in hand with the breeders, setting impossibly low weights for the different breeds just so they can give owners a guilt trip to buy their expensive calorie reduced canine food to keep your dog at that ideal (says who) weight. Ka Ching. Ka Ching. Oh, Joy! More profit!
Apparently, according to the Breeders standards, a Havanese is only to weigh between 10 to 16.5 pounds. What??? I barely eat and am, like a gorgeous 20 pounds of muscle, sinew, bones and fur (of course)…honestly.
Like Momma is an understanding soul. She told me, ‘Don’t listen to that man. Ever notice his paunch? Next time, he brings up the subject, I will suggest, if the Vet likes calorie reduced food so much, he should give it a whirl. If it works for him…maybe, just maybe… we’ll feed it to you.’
I mean, we have to educate these people who believe F.A.T is the enemy. In some cultures being F.A.T. is a sign of a good life and wealth that you work long and hard to achieve. I ♥ that culture! Can we move there, Momma?
Anyway, I am not F.A.T… I’m just big-boned… and I’m not going to take it anymore because:
You know I won’t be no stick silicone Barbie Doll…So if that’s what you’re into…then go head and move it on… (Meaghan Trainor).
