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I have a problem

Saturday Oct 21, 2006 10:34:00 AM

Since I was just a little pup, my Mom has worried about me. At seven weeks old, I fit in the palm of her hand (or so she is FOREVER telling me). My older brother and sister just never were as hungry as I was, so I would sneak behind them and finish up their plates. Aren't there starving pups in India that would just BEG to have the food that I do? Aren't I just wasting it by not eating it?

I began to believe that I had a problem, but I didn't want to admit it to anyone else - least of all, to my Mom. But it began to be more apparent as much as I tried to hide it.



Things became worse once Mom brought home that specialized diet kibble food from the vet's office. I know she was only doing it because she loved me, but that stuff tasted worse than grass - it just wouldn't satisfy me, ya know?

So I began to resort to other measures to satisfy my desires. Mom would catch me and then scold me, but she just didn't understand! No one did - I'm just not one of those 'diet' kind of guys!



Of course, I'd overeat whenever I got a chance because you just never knew when I'd find the 'good stuff'. And I'd eat until I'd make myself sick. But did I learn my lesson???? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~!!! Of course not~~~!!!



So now it's become MY problem as my Mom says. I have to come to the realization that I have a problem and join Overeaters Anonymous if I want to get any better. Mom's threatening one of those 'intervention' thingys, she says. Not so sure I know what that is, but I got a feeling I won't like it. Think I better look up a meeting and get busy!



Love, Rogaine

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