Who Are You Calling a Hippopotamus???!

Remember when I told you last week that I was going for a car trip? Well, turns out it wasn't for our usual walk at the park. I don't get my hair fluffed for that-I should've been suspicious. Ma got us all ready and loaded up, and after she had closed the door, she decided to tell us where she was taking us. To the dreaded vvv..., vvvvv..., vvvvvettttt. There I said it! I had a bit of a traumatic experience the last time I was there (let me just do my public duty and remind you to get your anal glands expressed regularly so you don't have to go through what I did - seriously still recovering people). So, I was none too happy to be back. But, ma assured me that we were there for Caroline's shots and not mine, so that helped me relax a little.

SO, C gets her business taken care of, and then as we're leaving, I hear ma say, "Would you mind putting Chester on the scale? I fear he's been gaining weight. He's starting to look a bit like a hippopotamus." EXCUSE ME??? WHO are you calling a hippopotamus?? Just look at this long, lean studliness:

 I was quite offended. But onto the scale I went, and as I could've told ma, I hadn't gained an ounce. It's just that when you compare me to little pipsqueak here... Well, I have to say I was a little relieved. Truth be told, after ma said that, I had been a little concerned about all the cheese I had been eating lately...thankfully, ma has since switched us over to cheerios, so we don't have to worry so much about become a couple of fatty boom-a-latties.