Today: Calorie Control! Three adults and a young lady share the space we call home. That Lady is a 1 ½ year old boxer-blend dog, and our exercise machine. She is rather active - a 2 hour walk around town does not suffice. A good hour of running in the woods, and she might be happy. None of us can run that fast, so we walk.
Sunday was my husband’s birthday, and a huge chunk of birthday cake was leftover. Too large to store in a cupboard, it sat quietly hidden under foil.
Son says “I’m going to have to eat all that cake - you can’t, and Dad can’t. It’s all up to me.”
“Son,” I said, “do you really think you need all those calories?”
“Sure,” he says, I’ll spend an extra couple hours at the gym after I finish it" (Mom wonders if this counts as logical reasoning?)
So the cake sits under foil, waiting to be devoured.
This morning, there appears to be a troop of army ants in my kitchen. Looking closer, I see a trail of icing and crumbs. The likely culprit is nowhere to be seen. Peeking under the foil and there it is - in the midst of a beautiful green and white cake - a large canine nose print! The cake is tossed, and the cleanup begins.
Lady should be reprimanded, but let’s be honest here. How do I discipline a never-ending exercise machine and new-found calorie control canine?