I am one of those people who will give you whatever you want if it makes you happy. So if your kid comes over, I will give them all the ice cream they want. I mean, why not? If my grandkids lived near me, they would probably weigh 300 pounds by now.
And of course, I am the same way with our dogs, Phoebe and Cooper. Whenever I eat anything, I share with them. When I eat cereal, when I eat a sandwich, and of course, when I eat a cookie, I always share.
So, my wife takes Phoebe to the vet, comes back, and tells me I need to sit down because she NEEDS TO TALK TO ME. Apparently, Phoebe is now a fatty. Her weight has increased dramatically, and my wife thinks I am entirely to blame. Hey, the dogs are happy, I am happy, so I don’t understand the problem.
Anyway, now there are rules, and no one is happy. I think the only solution is to find a way to hack into that scale at the vet's office.