Our Beagle Boy Cletus had a vet appointment coming up and for once I was kind of excited about it. For the past several visits, we were told he had gained weight and the doctor was unhappy — with us. Us — because Dave and I have the power to control Cletus’ eating habits. Or so you’d think.
When we adopted him, Cletus was three years old and weighed 28 pounds. In the intervening years, we have babied Mr. Cletus — maybe a bit too much. Everybody says he’s spoiled — he’s not, he’s pampered, and there’s a difference. He’s also more than pleasantly plump.
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