Robert is being pretty good about it, and takes us for our morning mail-run walk (so we can get anything out of us that might need to come out) before we weigh.
They weighed me first. I don’t have any problems with my weight. They all say I eat birds, which I don’t unless Auntie catches one and shares…Mmm… maybe what they said was “like a bird.” I think I've just got a “discerning palette.” Grammy says I’m just totally picky. Check out this svelte body...
BG checked out the scale pretty closely, and then had his turn. He’s not called “Chunky Butt” around here for nothing!
Anyway, Mama was grumbling about having to be weighed, and Auntie was kind of “snickering” in the background, which REALLY ticked Mama off. BG tried to distract Auntie and get her to play with him, but Mama was already ready to chew Auntie’s face off when Robert put her back down.
BG and I almost got things calmed down between Mama and Auntie… until Auntie reached over and said something into Mama’s ear.
I had to get between them so that Mama wouldn’t totally go off on Auntie. I did my best to distract Auntie so that she would quit teasing Mama, and I talked to them both until they decided to drop it.
I did my best to distract Auntie so that she would quit teasing Mama, and at least there wasn’t a big fight. Aren’t you proud of me?