I went to the Room of Doom yesterday (aka vets)

[Brekkesmom]

Brekke here:  It was time for my annual checkup and I was a good girl.  We had a late appointment - 6:15!  My momma let those people chop off my feet, squeeze my butt, give me a shot (DHLPP) and weigh me, plus take my temperature - and you know where they do that!  My temperature was 102.5 - I musta been stressed! :crazyeyes:  But the bad news is...I weighed 12 pounds, and now I haveta go on a diet!  Momma says it's because I lied like a poodle and told Dad she wasn't feeding me breakfast when she left for school!  Then Dad watches my poor starving dachsieness, and suckers in for double goodies.  I think that's over now, 'cause Mom told Dad that I - yes, I! - am pudgy! :idiot:  Well, obviously, this is not gonna be a happy sit-chee-ay-shun with the holidays coming up..
Maybe the weight loss fairy will visit me and I can lose my extra avoirduprwah - or whatever Momma calls it, and life can go back the way it was... with two breakfasts a day!   :headbang:    Love & smoochies, and a Happy Thanksgiving to all my starving dachsie buddies!

[David C.]

Zora here:  I feel your pain.   Dad took Zeke and I to the vet last weekend and I had my toes chopped,too, although I escaped getting the butt squeezed and the shots.  Since coming to our new forever home, Dad has had me on a diet.   Our goal is to get me down to about 13 pounds.  I have one pound to go.   I think the rule should be that if you finish your food first and the other dachshund doesn't finish his food, you should be able to eat it.  But, no-o-o-o-o-o.  Dad won't let me have any of Zeke's food.   Zeke could care less about food...imagine that!  A dachshund who is ambivalent about food.  What's wrong with my brother?

[TerriL]

Dis is Toby an I gotta say dat da hoomans must be in da mood to torture us dis week.
I hadda go get my toes chopped last saturday AND dey gave me a shot AND dey took my BLOOD!  Den mama told dem dat I been scootin an sure nuff dey squeezed my butt.  Da indignities neber end. 
As a result of all dis horror I feel stwongly dat we oughts to be gettin our fair share of dat turkey! 

[Sandishooligans]

Count us in on da torture tweement.  While mommy was in O-High-O, papa packed us up and tooked us to da gwoomer.  The gwoomer is almost like da woom of doom 'cept dere's no shots.  Oh, but dere IS butt squeezes.  We had our toes chopped off AND our butts squeezed.  Den, papa tooked us wight back home.  Huuuurmpgh.  What?  No womp at da park?  Usually we gets to pway at da park or go to da feedstore after such indignities, but not dis time.  Papa had to get back home so some guy could come over and give him da pwice of we-weveling our house.  Seems dat since it has two parts, it get cwooked and needs to be we-wevelled sometimes.  Anyway, we survived the gwoomer and now we hear dat she may ebben come to our house sometimes to do da tortures.  What will our hooparents tink of next for torturing us poor, neglected, STARVING doggies?  P.S. to Zeke.  Are you SURE you're a dachshund?  We are very koncerned about your eating behaviors.  You need to learn to snarf your fud as a fine wepwesentashun of da bweed.   :idiot: