Here is Stedman attending a nation-wide corporate conference call from the floor of my bedroom. He must be spellbound by the content because he hasn’t moved a muscle since the call started.
He went for a bath on Monday and they must have shoved the hose down this throat and blew him up because I don’t think he was that tubby when he went in. Of course, we did recently teach him to take his dog treats to the kitchen mat instead of making a slobby mess at his preferred location – the dining room carpet. We are so thrilled that he actually does this that the amount of treats he gets – kind of a quality control to be sure the training still holds – has increased X3.
Cripes Suzette 
Steadman is the (second) cutest dog in the whole world, but it’s time for some treadmill action. Heh.
He’s all muscle!
(belly muscle)
Oops. I mean Stedman.
He’s not tubby – he’s fluffy!
It’s all in the perspective. I tell myself that when I get out of the shower. I believe it too. (sort of)
Aw, what a cute little chubbster.
Stedman and Claude ought to get together for a sumo match.
Best. Caption. Evah.
On the other hand, our hound mix not only doesn’t gain weight, I have lost ten pounds since giving in to his need for aerobic walks twice a day.