F is for Fat which Obie is no longer.
I have been following the story of Obie, the overweight dachshund, for quite some time. He went from seventy-seven pounds down to thirty-seven pounds in less than one year thanks to the rehabilitation efforts of his adoptive mother, a veterinary technician. You can read more about him here: http://www.facebook.com/BiggestLoserDoxieEdition?fref=ts.
Obie’s story is heartwarming and every photo and video of him has made me smile and want to hug him like a teddy bear. You could call me pathetic, or his “mommy” a great story-teller.
One aspect of Obie’s story that I can’t get over is how, as a dachshund, his joints and back seemed to withstand the weight without much damage done. A little extra weight added and Bill’s back and joints cause him to yelp and cry. A little extra weight on Bill is a pound or two. For Obie, we’re talking an extra forty-some pounds.
Needless to say, it doesn’t take much for a dog’s story to touch me and get me bubbling over in oohs and ahs, but Obie is special. I want to send Obie a present for doing so well and sticking through it (even though people all over the country have already sent him countless gifts). What story will I follow when Obie’s adventure is over? Will his adventure ever be over?