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I think we killed our dogs. As you all know, we had to put our two precious doggies in a kennel for a week while we lived it up in Houston for Chris’ conference. All things considered, the kennel was great. They got to stay together. They had a doggie door in their “suite” that let them go out into a private fenced in yard anytime of day they wanted. They had frozen peanut butter stuffed Kongs. They were in heaven. Chris and I called it Camp. It just sounds more fun than kennel.

When we picked them up, their camp counselors (a.k.a. the vet techs) told us that they had done really well. Molly barked a lot when Lucy went out to have a pedicure (a.k.a. her nails clipped) one day and Lucy had stolen all the pillows and blankets, but other than that they were like little peas and carrots. In fact, when it was time to leave and she went to get the dogs, Lucy had to be shaken out of her blanket where she was burrowed for her morning nap.

They were so happy to see us. Lucy (the little one) used to have a little “piddle problem” whenever she got excited. But she has really outgrown that and doesn’t do it anymore. Yesterday though she would come running up to us, jumping all over, and then she’d stop and turn around to make sure she hadn’t piddled. Then she’d go right back to jumping. She was so darn excited to be home she thought she’d wet her pants! Molly (the big one) was happy, too, but she was happy in the way a potted plant is happy. She basically just needs some sunshine, water, and food and she’s happy anywhere. I don’t even think she noticed we’d been gone.

So we get the dogs home and they immediately go right to their houses (a.k.a. their dog crates). I mean, they didn’t even stop to have their belly rubbed or to sniff our luggages full of dirty laundry. They walked right over to their houses, got in, laid down and they were out. They slept all afternoon and night. It was insane. Chris and I kept throwing little things at them and flicking their ears to make sure they were still alive, but they barely moved. Camp kicked their little doggy butts!

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We are going out of town next week and have to board our dogs, Molly (the big black one) and Lucy (the little brown one). So today we took them to the vet to have their shots updated and to make sure they were healthy as a horse…er, dog.

The first vet technician came in to weigh them. She put Molly on the scale – 56 pounds. She’s not skinny, but she’ll do for a lab. Then she put Lucy on the scale – 18 pounds. Now, Lucy is a chihuahua dauschund mix. She’s supposed to be small and dainty. She’s supposed to fit inside purses and wear cute pink sundresses. She actually weighs what a cocker spaniel should weight and looks more like a pissed off linebacker when we try to dress her up (which we stopped doing about a few years ago when she began to eat the clothing).

The vet tech smiled at Chris and me and stood up saying, “Looks like someone is going to get the Fat Lecture…” I tried to argue – her legs are too short, her head is shrinking, it’s winter weight. Nothin’ doing. She’s a fat weenie dog and she has to lose weight.

The vet was actually nice when she came in. No condescending remarks and I don’t think she roller her eyes at us more than twice. She asked if we had any health concerns with the dogs (other than their glaring weight issues) and I said that, yes, we had noticed several small lumps on Lucy’s back that were sensitive when we poked at them. The vet felt around for a bit and then looked up at me with sympathetic eyes that said, “You dumb, dumb dog owner.”

“Those, my dear,” she said, “are fat pockets.” Great, Katie. How about you make the situation even worse by pointing out the fat on your dog? Chris shot me a look like, “You just HAD to open your mouth…”

In the end, we have to go on diets. Our dogs have a limited calorie intake everyday and we have to put them both on diet dog food. Its a bummer and I know its going to piss Lucy off. She already sits around next to her food bowl if there isn’t any food in it, barking and howling like she’s dying.

This is going to be awesome.

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