Scales For You

About two years ago, I decided I wanted a house dog.  I went to see some new Chihuahua puppies to choose the one I wanted.  The runt of the litter seemed to relax when I held him, went to sleep in my lap, and immediately bonded with me.  I tried to convince myself that I didn’t really want a dog to care for (especially since my husband was talking against the idea), but the vision of that little runt of the litter just wouldn’t let me be.  I decided to babysit the puppy for a week to see how we would adapt.  He would cry out in the night, I would run to his bed, love him and play with him, and get him back to sleep.  This happened about every two hours the first night, but gradually decreased until by the end of the week, he was sleeping through the night.  I promised him that if he would just let me sleep, I would love and care for him.  After that week, I paid for him, bought all the necessities, and settled in to be a dog owner.  Since that time, he has bonded with my cat and my husband, so all is fine now.

I have decided that my extra pounds on my body have bonded with me about like that little Chihuahua.  I’ve had them so long, lost them for a short time, added them again, etc. until I think they love me just like my little dog.  They know I’ll care for them.  I know this sound ridiculous, so once again, I’ll step on my bathroom scales and resolve to lose weight.  However, if I fail, I know my pounds love me and want to stay with me.