Tomorrow Madison will be one. H-Mom had to go pick up a new six-month box of Advantix and she put Madison on the scale at the vet's office.
Sixty four point 3 pounds.
That's her one-year-old weight.
Hmmmm, she's IS on the little side, isn't she, commented Man-dad.
A little runty, responded H-Mom. An athlete, a dancer, a lean schnauzer, not quite so giant.
Maybe she needs more food, said Man-dad.
But she is not hungry, countered H-Mom. I'll give a bit more, but she leaves a bit in her bowl as it is.
I bet if she didn't go to the dog park for a month, she would gain weight, Man-dad observed.
Not a great idea, H-Mom interjected.
Well, who you calling "runty?"
Any girl who can sprawl across the queen-size Stearns and Foster like Madison deserves better than "runty." She makes the bed look little.
(H-Mom is distressed that the bed looks sloppy. This is Madison's "oversheet" though ... so that she can take a good nap after the dog park.)
H-Mom is in the kitchen this afternoon, working on something.
Put some extra calories in those, would you?