There is no "F-A-T" in "heaven."

...but there is a Dolce.

Dolce died on January 6th, 2011 due to an inoperable brain tumor. She was four. Brain tumors, by the way, seem to be impossible to "diet" away - though we did try for six months, with every anti-seizure medication known to man, with fancy dog food and home-made dog food, and words of affirmation (the tastiest of all!), and lots of open mouthed kisses and attempts at tickling. Laughter is the best medicine, you know. Unfortunately, I could never get Dolce to laugh.

This is Dolce, playing with her Christmas present, ten days before she suffered uncontrollable cluster seizures while we were on a walk and was put to sleep on January 6th, the saddest day of my life.


She fell asleep on my lap after that and came in very handy when it was time to take the decorations off the Christmas tree.

I'm sure Dolce is in heaven, drinking Slim Fast shakes and playing with Jon Benet Ramsay.

xo

See Spot Sit. . . . .See Dolce Sin.

Whoever would love life must keep his tongue from evil.
1 Peter 3:10

Let us behave decently, not in orgies.
Romans 13:13

Help those who are being tempted.
Hebrews 2:18

Blessed is he whose whose sin is covered.
Psalm 32:1

♥ It's been a rough week. Dolce needs our support now
more than ever. Let's remind her that a little rumbling in her tummy and smidge of sexual frustration is better than
being a fat whore. ♥

Puppy Luvs Christmas

What a wonderful surprise to come home from Christmas vacation to find so many supportive and encouraging comments. Talk about a holiday blessing!!

Here are some pictures of Dolce's Christmas:

Dolce, opting for a low-calorie snack. Good girl!

Dolce's extended family portrait!

Dolce, proving that sometimes the right accessories can make up for being a little bit fat.

Even while dieting, a lady is always a lady.

Looking good, Dolce.
♥ Here's to looking even better in 2009! ♥

Inner Beauty : Outer Beauty as Tomatoes : Tomatos

You know how when you have a kid and he's throwing up all over the place, he doesn't even have to tell you he's sick, you just know? Well, Dolce didn't have to say anything this afternoon--one glance at her, and I just knew:

Dolce, feeling F-A-T and sad.

She's been playing outside more and is still dieting (a bit harder during the holidays!), but since doctors recommend losing no more than 2 pounds per week it'll be a while before Dolce is satisfied with her body.

So I dressed her up in a new pink jacket--pink is her favorite color--as a little self-esteem boost.

Dolce, feeling prettier in pink!

Her jacket is still a bit snug, and when I saw her lick her lips, I knew she was picturing her F-A-T rolls :( So I took her across town for a playdate. Because one of the fundamental truths of life is. . .

THE QUICKEST WAY TO FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF IS TO STAND NEXT TO SOMEONE WHO IS FATTER AND NOT AS CUTE.

A confident Dolce, center-front and smiling and feeling skinny in comparison to fat and easily forgettable Pookie.

♥ Merry Christmas, Dolce!

Day One.

Dolce is so much happier when she is thin, and so today we began the serious restricting, with meals being reduced from 1 cup to 1/3 cup. Here is Dolce's struggle at dinner:

Food scares her. She is thinking kibble = F-A-T


She approaches her food bowl with trepidation.


Finally, after a bit of coaxing, she eats tentatively. Please don't look at the fat covering her ribs; it's an unflattering angle.

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The sensation of food in her belly makes Dolce feel out-of-control and shameful.

It's a good start though--a little bit of food is necessary, but try telling a dog that, LOL. We'll just hang in there, watching our Thinspiration, and pretty soon Dolce will look like the dogs in the slide show at the top of the page! :)

You will be so perfection, Dolce. ♥

Truth hurts.

Dolce has put on weight this winter, and it is all my fault for not exercising her enough. Poor thing is so depressed; she mopes around and looks at her food bowl with disdain. Dogs are very expressive creatures, and it's obvious she knows that she's gained. She fit perfectly into this winter bed last year, and now look at her:

Even with her new slimming outfit on, fat spills over the edges.


Dolce, trying to squeeze into her bed, hoping no one will notice how B-I-G she's allowed herself to become.

Giving up and hating herself.

Hang in there, sweet dog. Change is coming. ♥