When you’re trying to accomplish your New Year’s Resolutions of working out, but you also just love food.
AKA, he’s cheating. Cheating during his workout. We see those paws, Willow!
It hasn’t even been a whole month into 2017 yet. 😑
Willow’s New Year’s Resolutions
Straight From Willow’s Tunnel
In my humble opinion, new year resolutions are great! At least for a little bit. Many times people start them and don’t keep to them for the rest of the year after the first few weeks or months. Mom never seems to get past March – but she always tells me that she’ll get back on it. Does she? Not always. But, since she made resolutions again, I thought to join her. I can’t let mom do them alone. I kept mine simple.
During the holidays mom and I stopped training so much. I gotta get back into it. I think that carrot turkey might have given me a few additional ounces. Mom said I’m still fine – just a tad over the usual weight – but she doesn’t get it. I will work hard! After I eat another carrot. Then I will start, I swear it on the great veggie god! (It’s a thing. Look it up. Or maybe you can skip that google search… you know, don’t want to waste your time…)
Not that I don’t already do this, but eat more to compensate for all the working out that I will be doing with mom. She’s determined to lose weight and become fit and I’m determined to keep her motivated! I will motivate her in my dreams. What? Watching her is tiring! How can you blame me?
Only beg mom and dad for food when I’m starving.
It has been brought to my attention that a lot of the world is less fortunate than I. Aladdin risked his life for getting food! I shall wait until I’m thoroughly hungry. So, instead of wheeking every time mom or dad leaves and heads towards the kitchen, I will wait until they open the fridge, open a cabinet, rustle some bags, or I hear the cutting board being put on the counter.
Think before I act.
After a ‘spa day’ (nail clipping, bath, or a combination of them both), I will try to restrain myself from going over to mom’s foot and pooping on it. Instead of automatically being angry and unhappy about it. I will sit and think about my actions before actually doing it. (The poop is still necessary, but I will lay by her foot for a few minutes thinking about it before knowing it’s the right thing to do. That counts for something, right?)
Sleep less on the job.
Mom has a lot of planning to do and likes to bounce ideas off of me – whatever that means. She just talks my ear off and I end up just sleeping. I talked to dad, and he said it was important to her, so I promised mom I’d help a little bit. (Edit: Mom put an untrue picture below! I was just daydreaming! In my defense, she was talking about flowers and flowers are boring. That is, unless I can eat them…)