I shouldn't really call him fat...he's more husky. A husky bulldog - that's rich. The last trip to the vet elicited a "he could stand to lose a few pounds" comment. Apparently 69# and less than a foot tall is a little undesirable. He's short, but he sure is chubby? The funny thing about Tank and his girth, is that he really wants to be in compact spaces. I'm not sure if it's a bully thing and he feels secure...or maybe he doesn't realize that he's that big? He does act like he's a lap dog too...so, maybe?
Here's Tank in the first month we had him...tiny, right. He barely takes up any of the bed. And those wrinkles...do delicious!
Laundry basket...full of clothing. Hold on, let me pee on the laundry, then sleep on it. Yep, he's asleep - sitting up in the laundry basket.
And again...right after a grooming session.
Tote full of clothing headed to the basement for storage...hold on, let me pee on this too! Oh, wait...I'm so tired again. 1, 2, 3...out.
Happy Hump Day!
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