The World According to Bella | "Bad News"

"Last week the news from the vet was not good. It was my yearly check-up. Dr. Ekholm looked at Mr. C and shook his head. "Don't like what I see. There needs to be a change."

Fear gripped me. What could be wrong? Was I going to die? Did I have some horrible disease? Then I heard those dreaded words, "No more extra treats for Bella. She has to lose weight."

So I guess my summer of lounging around finally caught up to me. Really, how could it be my fault? Some days were so hot it took all my energy just to go from resting place on the front porch to my resting place on the deck to my resting place inside under the table for a nap and an Ac fix. I'm on what Mr. C calls a restricted diet. Lately, I seem to be having these recurring nightmares. I'm trying to get at the red box of milk bones on top of the refrigerator or figuring out how to pry open the pantry for snacks. The trouble is these treats are always out of my reach. During the night I often wake up in a cold sweat, panting and feeling frantic. It's worse during the day. Mr. C and Mrs. S have cut out my usual treats when we go boating and after my morning grooming sessions. And get this. They even cut back on my morning and evening portions. My tummy growls all the time. I am starving! 

Mrs. S worries about my recent weight gain. She wonders if I'll be able to fit into my Blaze Orange Neoprene Vest with Armor-Flex Chest Protector. You need to know that here in lake country this vest is a must for fall. Without it I might be mistaken for a deer. In this photo I am modeling last year's vest. As you can see I still look pretty fit. Lucky for me the vest has Velcro adjustments to cover any bulges. I really think there's enough time to lose those extra pounds before hunting season begins in November.
You should have seen my Halloween costume last year. Mrs. S thought my orange vest with an added blinking light-up headgear from the pet store was perfect for me. But I felt rather silly when the trick or treaters came to the door. Some laughed and told me how cute I looked. Others just gave me extra pats on the back. Maybe they felt sorry for me. Once when a kid tried to sneak a treat out of his bag for me, Mrs. S yanked on my collar and yelled, "Bella, no treats!" She's always worrying about what I eat.
Wish me luck dieting. Even with all this writing I am definitely working up an appetite.
Love, Bella

(Sue Ready)

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