The Dreaded Diet

Duff here. Six months ago, I got the Dire Proclamation from My Veterinarian. I was overweight. Heavy for my frame. In a word: Fat. Mom protested, for She is careful about what She feeds Me. Okay, maybe She was a little overly Generous in what She put in My Dish. But She was probably following the prompts on That Bowl, Labeled Good Dog on one side and Feed Me on the other. Totally understandable. And I am so darn Cute. How could She resist? Living unstuck.

But when She started cutting back on My Rations, I acted as If I was in starvation Mode. This Activity was complete with Soulful brown Eyes watching as She ate, each bite depriving Me of much needed sustenance. Her answer? To wait until I went to Doggy Day Camp for a few days. Running and Romping, frolicking and Jumping. My Canine Friends kept My Mind off of Smaller Food Portions. And I was Slim and svelte by the time Mom picked Me up. Clever Mom. Living unstuck.

How about You? Have You ever been handed a Do-This-Or-Else Command? What was Your end Result? I say: Go to Camp. The Experience will take Your mind off of Your Troubles. And You too can play with Your Friends and Achieve Your Goal at the Same Time. Live unstuck. #unstuck-living#

I’m in shape. Round is a shape.

—George Carlin