So look at me. Do I look like a fat dog? I don't think so. I'm pretty damn svelte, if I do say so myself. Okay, so this picture was taken a few years ago and now I'm a little older, a little grayer and yes, a little heavier. But I'm not fat.
It's tough as you get older. Things start to droop and sag. You start to fill out a bit more around the middle. And me, I'm moving a little slower than I used to.
I've been taking a lot of grief about my weight lately. All my human friends talk about it right in front of me. Don't they know I have feelings too? When one of my mom's friends comes over and happens to appear "pleasantly plump" do you think I look at her and say "hey fat girl, you might want to slow down on the deserts a little bit". No I don't because that would be rude. And Max Schultz may be aloof, but he is never rude.
Helping me seek my redemption, my mom called my vet - Dr. Amy - over to the house to check me out. And guess what mean people . . . I don't over eat, I'm not indulging in too many late night snacks, none of the above. I have HYPOTHYROIDISM! Dr. Amy told my mom this is the ideal illness -- you're a little overweight, lack a little energy and all you have to do is pop a pill and voila, problem solved. And even better, these pills are legal.
So what's the moral of this story. Before you go calling someone or some dog fat, look in the mirror buddy because I bet you won't see Rin Tin Tin staring back at you either.
Another of Max's Musings.
Max Schultz was born and raised in Chicago. He now lives with his mother and bird brethren in New York City where he has become quite famous and is often referred to as the Mayor of 57th Street. A mixed breed, his friends and family have decided to create a new breed - the Terradoodle - to define the undefinable. Max's Musings is a regular blog intent on sharing a wise dog's perspective on life.