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Belinda Says Hay: “Eating Too Much”

Belinda Says Hay Blog "Eating Too Much"

Hello. It’s Belinda.

I need to say something “right off the bat.” My weight is fine.

When I went to the ve​t last month, he tried to “pinch an inch.” But he couldn’t.

He said I’m just right. 

Belinda relaxes on sleeping rug

Which is good news because I like to eat. I’m pretty sure that’s why I got this spokesrabbit "gig."

And I’m not the only one. If you know what I mean.

I’m sorry to discuss private household matters but my roommate eats “non-stop” these days. Ever since she stopped leaving the house.

I noticed it about six weeks ago. I would be half-napping on the bottom level. Or working on a hay report.

Suddenly I hear the refrigerator door open. So I run upstairs to catch her attention before she walks away and the door swings shut.

But once I hit the top step I see something odd. My roommate leaning her arm on the open door. Staring inside.

“I don’t know what I want, Belinda.”

Well I don't have that problem. I want romaine, parsley, endive, dandelion. When I hear the refrigerator that’s where my mind goes.

Here’s the tricky part. Sometimes she gives me a “mini-salad.” A few leaves of this or that.

But more and more I don’t get anything. She tells me to wait until mealtime.

“You’re eating too much these days, Belinda. You’re getting a double chin.”

How do you like that.

First of all it’s called a dewlap.

Secondly I don’t know if she’s kidding but there is nothing funny about any of this. Especially all of the distractions.

If you make me run upstairs 14 times a day I expect something from the “crisper” drawer.

So take this daily “kitchen drama” and add it to what happened on my birthday and it all makes sense.

I’m talking about a decision I made. To buy a few items for myself on the company website.

Rabbits are impatient. That goes double for spokesrabbits.

When I think Josh from the warehouse will send me birthday treats and all morning I don’t hear the box on the porch, I get into a mood. Not my fault.

Same goes for watching my roommate stare into the refrigerator.  Come on.

That's all I can say about it. "Wish me luck."

The next few weeks should be interesting. Which will make me want to eat more than ever.

Sincerely,

Belinda

Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select

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