Dad is so helpful. He learned of my desire to lose a little weight to get ready for swimsuit season. What does he do? Threaten to put me on the family treadmill. Really?
He actually had the nerve to put my little fanny on the treadmill and turn it on low. I didn’t know what to do so I started walking slowly. He was all excited and thought he was doing something fabulous. He was laughing so loud that mom came in to find out what he was doing.
Talk about having a fit. Mom can squeek pretty loud when she wants to. I never knew that – PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud). I wasn’t in any harm and in fact I was kind of digging the treadmill. It wasn’t going too fast, just good enough for me to keep up with on my short chubby little legs. Well, mom didn’t like it. She said no to the treadmill. She turned it off and told me told get off. I was all “aaww mom” but she didn’t want to hear it.
So, it’s back to pig aerobics in front of the television. You know really, I think I can have this entire problem solved in just a few minutes. If mom would just make me that cape, I could be Super Pig and get plenty of exercise! Start my theme music please, “Here I come to save the day…” Okay, that’s Mighty Mouse but I think it would work for me, don’t you?
XOXO – Bacon
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