Ok, maybe he doesn’t weight quite 30 pounds, but Shoes is now officially as wide as he is tall. I think he’s responding to the stress of the move by eating. (I am too.)
We’re still working our way through stacks of boxes on the porch. And my husband and I are having an intense debate: He says we should go to Best Buy to get a new stove; I say we should buy a Wedgewood on Craigs List. Vintage stoves are so charming.
Until we get this settled, we’re all living on take out!
(Pictures of Shoes when he only weighed 12 pounds.)
I’m dreading the lecture I’m going to get from the vet…