Weighting

First of THANK YOU SLEEPYNITA! I just love the sexy new look to my site, a cupcake can add chic to anything. Now, tonight I am amused by my dear husband. He took the bitch into the bathroom the week and a half ago and weighed her. The process of doing this is quite amusing since he has to pick up a 50+ pound dog who doesn't like to be picked up and stand on a scale and then try to read the scale with the struggling beast in his arms, then repeat this process two more times, because being a pharmacist we must take multiple measurements to ensure proper calibration. Then he weighs himself and does the math. Then he goes "No, that can't be right" and he starts the the whole process over again. After all this hooplah (isn't that a great mom word) he is going around the house going "Ooooh, that's not good", "ooooh, this is very bad" trying to get me to bite and say "What is wrong?". Just to antangonize him I resist. Finally he directs his comments to me with my name attached, so fine, I entertain him and inquire what type of moral dilemma he is faced with after the weighing in of the bitch. I suspected it might be his weight he is fretting over, he does that usually after weighing himself.
"She's a porkbelly! She weighs 54 pounds!!!" Well we do like to keep the bitch to a nice lean fighting weight of 47-48 pounds but with all her self serve snacking and garbage diving at night, it can be tough (of note lately 1kg of marshmallows, a bag of sweet bread dough, bag of cereal....). So while 6 pounds doesn't seem huge, on a medium sized dog, it can be quite noticeable. What is amusing me now though is my hubby reaction, his urgent call to action that resulted. You would think that gaining 5, 10, or 20 pounds would spur you to get exercising. Not my husband. No. It is the fact that his dog has gained 6 pounds that has had him motivated to exercise like I haven't seen in a couple of years. After not voluntarily walking the dogs for months on end, he comes with me because I make him, we have hit the off leash park 4 times in one week (two of those times he biked) and he took her roller-blading once. I kid you not I am amazed at this motivation. Had I known it was that easy, I would simply start feeding her double when I want to shave a few pounds off of him and I would have no more convincing to do to get him to excercise with me. Truly though, my motivation to get him to excercise is to get me to excercise, I usually want company so now I know how to get it. But since I have officially developed a penguin gait, I am hanging up my jogging shoes for the summer and waddling around the off-leash park with my lazy Kusa-man, while the hubby and bitch speed around on the bike, with the toddler in tow. It is a nice way to travel I have to admit. A long walk with just me and MY dog (technically Kusa is MY dog and the bitch is his), I can't say I've moments like that in at least 5 years. It gives me a moment to remember this little life I've got growing inside me, because with the bitch, and hubby, and May-may, sometimes frankly, I don't have a lot of mental time left to even give this baby a "Hi, how you doin'". So we're all happy. Hubby is frantically weighing her in, checking for progress. So his focus is a little misguided in the excercise department, the results are the same. YAY!