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- Apr 15, 2014
When was the last time Amber had her candied chicken anyway?
I remember at one point that Twinkie was 16 pounds? And when the vet tried to tell Amber that Twinkie desperately needed to lose weight that she basically did the fatty equivalent of "big but hulthy" for her dog. Between her weight and Amber never walking her or trimming her nails, I have no doubt that Twinkie's joints are fucked.
At this point, it's a race to see who dies first. I'm hoping it's Twinkie, because I abhor the thought of that poor dog starving to death if Big Al died in her stinky apartment first.