Unfortunately…
I could stand to lose a few pounds…
Can’t seem to magically make them disappear no matter how hard I wish them away…
But I have come up with something that just might work!
Hold the presses, folks…
the answer for overweight Americans is right here in my backyard!
It’s Dally!
I know you’re amazed and shaking your head…
how could one, little, gorgeous, hard-working, tri-colored English Shepherd do that?
Well, I just witnessed it.
See…
little Sprite was still hungry after her first small serving…
You know that feeling that there’s just enough room for a *bit* more…
because…
after all…
it was SOOOOOOO good?
So Sprite found something that just *might* taste good…
A bone…
A large leg bone…
Trouble was…
the tasty bone was still covered in fur…
Dally’s fur…
That was not a popular dessert choice for big sister Dally!
Before Sprite could move a whisker…
Dally had inverted herself and had planted teeth into Sprite’s neck…
A yelp and whimper came out of Sprite…
Dally glanced at me to see my opinion…
Was that enough?
I figured the obnoxious little turkey (aka Sprite) needed a lesson!
Go for it…
teach her doggy manners, Dally!
A tad bit more pressure and Sprite had enough…
The lesson was learned…
Sprite lay limp and chastised…
She would not return to that leg bone again…
See…
I told you…
this would do it for me…
If after a few minutes of eating…
Dally would come over…
grab me by the throat and throw me over on my back with just a slight squeeze of her teeth…
I would not eat for a LONG time…
my hands would shake…
my knees would be weak…
I’d have to pee…
and I’d need a stiff drink!
but I wouldn’t eat.
And there’s Alcoholics Anonymous for that drinking problem that might start…
Find me here!
