After a shot and several treats, Oliver and I headed home to begin his new diet plan. He’s on reduced food and I swear he’s depressed over it. Last night he laid by the kitchen with the biggest, sad eyes looking at me and then looking toward the kitchen. I get it, bud, you’re hungry. Join the club. We’re getting T-shirts. I was quickly able to distract him with a toy much in the way I distract myself from hunger with shopping. This morning, we had a conversation about the importance of exercise and healthy eating habits. I told Oliver that he needed to stop finding waffles and cheeseburgers in the bushes on our walks (yep, that happens all the time). There was that time I had to pick him up and carry him because he was fighting me so badly to get to a Swiss cake roll. He can also spot a McDonald’s bag from about 100 feet away. Seriously, who is leaving uneaten French fries in the parking lot? You need to reevaluate your life. They say that dogs resemble their owners! Oliver has my attitude, is super cuddly and loves all things food. Just like his momma.
The entire Stewart household is officially dieting and exercising more. I can’t believe it! I also can’t believe that “smush” isn’t a real word. The red squiggly line underneath it in Word told me so.
This week my Supa Proud Award is going to...drum roll, please...THE FLORIDA GATORS! Holy, Moses, I can't believe the game against UGA this past weekend. I might take back all the mean things I said about Will Muschamp IF he can pull out a win against Florida State, too. Hey, a girl can dream! Happy Wednesday and, as always, go gators!