Jenna just opened her mouth and the words flew out, "I like fat dogs, okay!" and then ran off towards her home. Balto was surprised by what she said; he heard her clearly, but he was quite surprised. Looking himself over he could hardly be considered fat. For the longest time he had been probably a bit underweight before he had become welcome around town.
He made the trek to town thinking about what he was going to do. He had never considered putting on weight thinking that would work against him and now all he could think about was doing whatever he could to please Jenna. The trouble was how was he going to do it. If he tried hunting for food he'd never be able to take down anything big enough to help him gain and he'd only lose the weight from all the work it would require. Not only that, it would get harder as he gained weight. He also considered getting handouts from the folks in town. He often got them now that he was so well respected, but that also had its problems. A few treats here and there would only go so far. He'd need a large and constant supply to allow any difference in his waistline.
Racking his brain over this jsut gave him a headache. Finally, even though he didn't have any ideas, he figured that...
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