Friends, has this happened to you?

You come back from vacation and your pants are a little snug?

You come back from vacation and your dog has been turned into a four-legged Sumo wrestler by overindulgent dog sitters?

I picked up the dog from the dogsitters and I didn’t even recognize her. It was as if someone superglued the Beagle into a fat suit. I felt like I was walking the Jabba the Hut. Apparently when she asked for treats, the dogsitters never said “no.”

Sigh.

It’s not that I am a fat-a-phobe. Lord knows I have plenty of it myself but I do know that being overweight can be dangerous to dogs (and humans).

So today, the fitness regimen begins for both canine and human. She has a good four pounds to lose; me, well, I am not so sure that is any of your gosh-darned business.

I am assuming that both of us will benefit from fewer snacks and more exercise. And I’m not sure how fast a dog’s metabolism will work but I am betting that is faster than mine.

Any tips for either one of us greatly appreciated.

Except I am not putting the dog on the Cabbage Soup Diet. Pee-u.