Apparently, Ginger has decided to go on a diet. As far as I know she's never weighed more than 4 lbs. I admit her diet may be considered bland compared to other dogs who get scraps from the table, etc. But I've never noticed her turning up her nose at the Science Diet she's always had. That is until this last week.

For several days now, she'll run to me and give me that 'come hither' look, which, of course, I do. I follow her into her her designated spot in the laundry room (I don't want to hear any groans- she likes it...the heat from the dryer and all). When I check her bowl, I see she's barely touched her food. She'll turn round and round, and shake her bony body just a little to let me know she's excited at the prospects that I may give her the dog bones instead.

I did it a few times because I thought it was so cute. You know, a dog getting her way. It was adorable. That is until I realized she was hardly eating her Science Diet food. So we are now in a batte of wills. When I check her bowl, she looks at me with this big black eyes, begging me for the dog bones. I don't and she turns her tail to me and curls up in her spot , intent on ignoring me.

The problem is, she doesn't have a lot of weight to lose. One of my more smart-alecky girls calls her Rat-dog if that gives you a better picture of her. We'll have to see who wins.