Fletcher is overweight.
Two pounds overweight. And when you weigh a total of ten pounds, that's never easy to hear.
I think he looks like he's crying here?
He can't even look at the camera. "Please try to get a slimming angle..."
We're trying to keep him on some sort of diet. He's got some joint issues in his back legs that keep him from being as active as he might normally be. So he just gets kind of chubby. Daniel and I have started calling him, "The Goat" because he sort of resembles one. He's got a chubby, stubby body and his legs are skinny, and he's just...goat-like.
I try not to show favoritism. I love both of my puppies.
Poor, poor Fletcher.
By the way. This is where all the magic happens:
You may notice that the drawers have no handles. And you would be correct in that assessment.
I don't complain, though. Daniel found me a desk for $5.00 on Craiglist, painted it the same color as my Anthropologie card, and I am a happy camper.