My sister and brother-in-law have two dogs, Molly and Harper. They are about the same size (medium) and the same age as well.
Since we moved to Phoenix, Molly has put on some weight.
How much weight? Let me illustrate:
Fat Molly – Example 1
The other night, Chris (my brother-in-law) let the dogs out for pee time. To prevent bugs from flying in, he left the door open as wide as Harper’s body.
When Harper finished, he came running back, no problem.
Then it was Molly’s turn. She ran for the door and… wham!
Her neck fat got stuck in the door.
Harper turned and gave her a side eye. We laughed. Unfortunately, Molly was right there listening.
Fat Molly – Example 2
A couple weeks ago, we had spaghetti for dinner. Normally, we don’t feed the dogs human food. But every once in a while, Windy (my sister) will give them a single spaghetti noodle. When this happens, the dogs go CRAZY. They love getting treats and will run all over the place for one.
Windy scooped out a noodle and went to Molly, who was laying on the floor. When Windy held out the noodle, Molly’s eyes got wide, but she didn’t move. Windy even held the noodle right over the dog’s head, but she didn’t try to grab it.
Finally, Windy put the noodle on the ground right next to Molly’s face. Without moving, Molly stuck out her tongue and lapped it up.
I’m not gonna lie, we laughed pretty damn hard. Unfortunately, Molly was right there listening.
Fat Molly – Example 3
Chris recently posted a pic of the dogs sleeping in his bedroom. In the Facebook post, he mentioned the dogs being terrible workout partners. From out of nowhere, several people commented on how fat Molly had gotten:
Now we’d taken “Fat Molly” public. Unfortunately, she was right there listening.
Since all this happened, Molly has been laying around more than ever. At first, I thought she was acting so lazy because of her weight.
Now, I’m not so sure.
If you look at pics of fat dogs around the Internet, notice one thing:
They’re usually laying down and/or asleep.
You know what else causes lots of lounging and sleeping?
That’s right, depression!
DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN!!!
We have to stop fat shaming our dogs. When they hear our derisive laughter, they know exactly what’s happening. I mean, they have access to “Modern Dog” and “Dog Fancy” magazines that show what “beautiful” dogs are supposed to look like. These magazines have set unrealistic expectations for our dogs and it has to stop.
Our comments have cut Molly to her core. Especially after they went public.
Don’t believe me? Here’s my evidence showing why dog fat shaming has to stop:
1. Molly won’t look me in the eye
And when I went around to force her to acknowledge me, she tried running away.
(Unfortunately, because of her size, she couldn’t get up, tried running along the wall, and didn’t actually go anywhere:)
2. She’s more self conscious in public
When we take the dogs out for a walk, Harper runs all over the place. He sniffs everything and tries to catch all the lizards in existence.
Molly’s story is different. When we take her, she doesn’t want to stay out as long. She pretends to be tired so that we have to bring her home.
Molly may act nonchalant but I know exactly what’s happening: she’s picturing everyone peeking thru their blinds at her. Probably holding copies of Dog Fancy and shaking their fists.
It gets so bad, she’ll even pretend it’s hot outside to hide under bushes “in the shade”.
I know what shade she’s really hiding from… the shade mean people are throwing at her!
3. Even “skinny” dogs are affected
Harper is definitely caught up in the wave of Molly’s fat shaming. How do I know this?
Well, since Molly started gaining weight, Harper has lost weight.
Coincidence? I think not.
He may be partially blind, but that doesn’t stop him from seeing the embarrassment Molly is suffering. Consequently, he must be so anxious, he’s not hungry anymore.
He’s gotten really good at hiding it, too. His bowl – that sits right next to Molly’s – happens to be empty. But he’s not eating and I know it. So what happens to the food? Obviously, Harper is hiding it somewhere so that we think he’s eating OK. But he’s not OK. He’s hurting for his sister.
His fat fat sister.
…You know what? I’m having second thoughts about this. A friend just told me her fat dog once broke into their pantry, tore open a strawberry Slim Fast, and drank the whole thing. Now THAT’S taking matters into your own hands. THAT’S being a go getter. THAT’S grabbing a bull by the horns.
Now I’m kind of upset with Molly. If she were really that depressed about all her rolls, she could do the same thing. She could do wide grip pull-ups with me while I’m working out. She could do burpees. But she’s not. She’s not taking any of her own initiative. And for that I wonder if she’s just making her own (king size) bed and lying in it.