You're kidding me with this, right guys?

Our dog Zoee is a fantastic, loving dog who would do anything for you. She knows all kinds of tricks. She's about as patient as they come, whether it be little kids tugging on her tail or getting poked with needles at the vet.

Speaking of the vet - we went for the annual vaccinations this past Friday. This typically goes pretty well. The vet looks her over, tells us a few things, pokes her a few times, gives her a cookie, and we're out of there. Not this time...

For her whole life, Zoee has had something that some might refer to as a "weight issues". Some days are better than others, but for the most part, she's a little on the tubby side. We try. She's eating diet food. I try to resist her sad eyes begging for people food (except with the steak). She only gets one cookie per day. Rations are small.

This past visit, instead of finding her in completely perfect health with the exception of a little pudge, the vet also noted that she had some waxy buildup in her ears and provided us with multiple things to do to treat this problem. One of these things includes filling her ear with this fluid stuff, squishing it around for a minute, then letting Zoee shake her head out. Understandably, this is not something she looks forward to. After swishing liquid around in her ears, we then fill them with this ointment meant to reduce whatever wax is build up there. Our theory was to do this right before dinner, so she'd be so distracted by food that she wouldn't notice. Only, the vet pointed out that instead of a svelte 75 pounds, Zoee was currently weighing in at a whopping 84.6 pounds. So her food rations have been cut in half. Again. Diet food. Only now there's half as much of it.

All I can say is, the look I got after the ears were finished and I handed over the grub was about as withering as they come from dogs. I can only imagine that she feels we're not really holding up our end of the bargain. She's doing all her doggie duties. I know she's asking, "Where's the beef?"