Every Monday is weigh-in day for Belles. She's had such an active weekend at the lake (see previous blog), and Brian and I took her for a long hike on Saturday - we can't wait to see the results on Monday. But, our excitement got the best of us, so we cheated a little and tried to weigh her last night. Operative word here is "try".Weighing a golden retriever on a $20 scale from Bed, Bath and Beyond isn't the easiest task. After many failed attempts of Brian trying to weigh her (the scale kept on reading "error") we tried a different tactic.
Putting Bella directly on the scale didn't work either. So I'll be heading to the vet tomorrow to have her weighed professionally by the young vet, who bet his life, Bella had a thyroid disorder. Wonder if he' put any wagers on her again?On a personal note, some people might read this blog and deduce Bella's on the edge of an eating disorder, and we're the cruel owners who led her towards that destructive path.
Please rest assured Bella is treated like a queen. Any comments made about her weight are done so under our breath and out of her ear-shot. The laziest golden retriever lives a life of luxury, trust me.
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