Check-up

Today was my 3 month check-up. I am very tempted to skip the next one as only a few minutes was spent feeling me up. I do like the radiation resident who is Shanna's age and expecting her first child. The main thing I discovered is how much I weigh..alot. I am much firmer than a year ago but there is way, way too much of me to love.
It isn't for lack of exercise. I ran nearly 70 minutes this morning and then planted hostas for the next half hour. I really don't think I eat that much but I must or I photosynthesize or eat in my sleep.
There was an article on canine cancer in the WSJ. Most likely to die (60%) from cancer? Golden Retrievers. Least likely..besides mutts..small poodles and dachshunds. Spud is almost 14.5 years old. He is totally deaf and nearly blind. He runs into things alot. But he still loves his treats and doesn't appear to be in pain no matter how slowly he moves. He wakes later and later every day; sometimes when I see him in the morning, he is completely still.