Self-Conscious Dog

My dog stuffed herself with food this holiday season. She grew seven times her normal body size.

I caught her sneaking cookies, cupcakes, pies, crab dip and whole chickens. She even got into the barrel of glazed donuts we keep in the backyard.

Poor thing. I can sense she is self-conscious. She wouldn’t make eye contact with me the entire night.

Look how small she used to be.

I once almost vacuumed her up.

This blog entry is a metaphor for the weight I gained this holiday season, starting before Thanksgiving.

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