August 6, 2008

Hungry Hungry Hippos

I finally took a trip to visit my parents this past weekend. It was a great little vacation that is sure to supply material for a few more posts on here.

Let me focus first on the greatest tragedy awaiting my venture home.

Upon visiting my grandparents on Saturday, I took the customary romp through their backyard to visit their dog.

What awaited me was over one hundred pounds of pure shock and awe.

Their dog is crossbred between a black lab, chow, and apparently Chris Farley.

Holy moly, the dog is obese.

Round.

Just round and bloated.

It’s clearly crying out for help in the picture below.

It waddled and thumped over to me and practically begged me to take away the bowl of Ol’ Roy dog food baking near the back door.

Dear Lord.

I’ve never seen an animal so in need of a hunger strike.

The thing has a giant yard to run in. Exercise should not be a problem.

It’s clearly a victim of its own gluttony.

And who can blame it?  I sampled a kernel of the Ol’ Roy and instantly gained four pounds.

It’s good stuff, I can’t deny.

Before I left, I was sure to leave my grandparents the phone number of a wonderful surgeon who performs gastric bypass surgeries on small animals.

It’s the least I could do.

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1 Response

  1. Al says:

    Maybe you should eat some more Ol’ Roy. Send me some too.