My dogs are fat. Like if I were to use this scale on the body quality of a cow, my dogs would score a 9. That means it's the fattest you can be before you'd die of being fat.
I mean I fully understand that Chloe has a torn ligament in her knee and can't do intense things like hiking, but she can handle a walk around the neighborhood. My mom just apparently doesn't want to and my dad is never home, and when he is he's busy doing other important things.
I have vowed that this break I'm going to walk Chloe and Jade every single day. I might even walk them twice on the days I feel like waking up before noon. I wish I could take them to tucson with me, then they would get in shape. I did walk them today, and they did great. I also only gave them 3/4 of a cup of food at each meal instead of a full cup. Muahahaha, by the time break is over they'll be in better shape and hopefully they'll stay that way.
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