Fat and Fur Are Only Skin Deep

     All last week I had the interesting experience of watching my brother's obesity stricken english bull dog Yollie while he enjoyed his honeymoon in Aruba with his lovely wife. Its now been almost a week and I think I miss the bitch. She didn't really do too much, but then again neither did I. We were perfect for each other is what I'm trying to say. Sure she had a terrible snoring problem, the worse gas, and a short attention span, but every afternoon I came home she was waiting for my arrival. And that's all it takes some times. Its crazy because the week began as a basic getting to know each other, ice-breaking type of deal. Then it evolved into a functional relationship when she realized I was putting food-on-the-table. Before last week I thought Yollie was a charmingly obese dog. She quickly changed that opinion with her overwhelming will and surprising stamina. On all our walks she wanted to run, when I got home from classes she wanted to play outside, when we went up my stairs she sprinted each and every time. She's quite frankly the healthiest overweight creature I've ever come across. Yollie, you'll be missed.