Sherman’s decided that maybe if he can lose weight on his own, our moms won’t make him participate in the vet’s Biggest Loser challenge. Of course he’s not foregone his wet food and he DEFINITELY hasn’t given up his chewies. He also poopooed my suggestion of a family fitness regimen. Instead, he’s opting to increase his activity level by tormenting Walter.
In all fairness, Sherman calls it play. And I think that’s what Walter calls it, too… for the most part.
Besides, Walter has a lot of nervous energy to get out [the emphasis being on “nervous”]. I’d much rather he exert that energy wrestling with Sherman than chasing me!
Frankly, I find their play rather interesting. Almost mesmerizing.
I don’t know why, but I seem to be the only one that enjoys watching Walter and Sherman go at it. Eggnog runs for the hills, afraid they’ll come after her. Steve skedaddles when they get started. He swears he’s not afraid, but I think otherwise. And the old ladies, well, they always do their own thing.
Walter and Sherman’s favorite place to play is on the rug in our moms’ bedroom. Their second favorite place is on Little Mom. Literally ON her. Boy, she loves that! [Not.] LOUD Mom likes to point out that they don’t play on her because she’s the “Pack Leader.” Which makes Little Mom roll her eyes.
When they really get going Walter alternates between a Jackie Chan impersonation, doing flips and flying through the air, and channeling his inner Luke Skywalker.
Meanwhile Sherman mostly rolls around on the floor, wiggling his girth in whatever direction Walter leaps. Does Sherman really think he’s going to lose weight and avoid the Biggest Loser challenge by being squirmy?
I recently heard our moms commenting that the boys seem to be playing more lately. Unfortunately for Sherman, they also joked about his knack for exerting as little energy as possible. Little Mom even pointed at Sherman’s tummy and said maybe he could stand to lose a pound or two! Uh-oh.
All I know is that if our moms make Sherman join the Biggest Loser challenge, I’m going to tell him that he should have taken me up on my offer to implement a family fitness regimen. After a few weeks of Catsercise, he’d be doubling his chewy intake and eating all the wet food his heart desired.
Oh well, his loss. I don’t have a dog in that fight.