Healthy Weekend

Hello buddies!
You won't believe what my mom did to me this past weekend. We spent two days in the house daddy is going to put for rent. I lived there when I was a puppy but have not been there for a long time. There are lots of boxes all over the place now and some furniture is missing. With all of this going on, you would think I could bump into things or get lost. I didn't!

All I brought with me was my bed, my rawhide and my bone. I don't use the bed at home but in this house I need it because it has cold tiled floor.

The weekend was passing by, like any other weekend. I had lots of carrots and green beans.

The kids where at home with us and dad cooked breakfast for the whole family. It smelled so good!

What are you cooking dad?

Daddy had the great idea of preparing some of the breakfast thingy for me. I was so excited!

Then mom got mad. She said that he was going to kill me. That I couldn't eat that much grease. That I was on a diet. Then he said that how come mom ate like 5 pieces of this and she didn't die. That she was on a diet also and she still had some. That I was going to get old some day, and die without even trying a little piece of this. That I deserved to have some fun in life.

In the meantime, I was waiting under the cheap old temporary dining table for daddy to finish the discussion with something like: because I said so.



But no. Mom sacrificed herself eating MY portion of bacon and gave me only a tiny bit the size of a bean. I was so mad!

We went to the vet later and all the employees came outside to greet me. One of them gave me a cookie.

Then the vet gave me another cookie, right after my cortisone injection. Then another cookie right after she took some blood for my exams. Then another cookie after I let her trim my nails.

Mom, isn't the calorie and fat content of 4 cookies the same as in 1 piece of bacon?