Maybe it would be best to preface this by saying that my mom is a very smart woman. Her day job involves some sort of theoretical high energy quantum mechanical physics business which I long ago gave up trying to understand.
Turns out, the Maia doggie is smarter. She worked her over.
Maia spent last week at my parents house, keeping Huck company, snuggling with my brother, and being the good grand-doggie that she is. She came back this Monday, and while I have no concrete numbers, I'd say that she managed to put on 5-10 pounds during her week away.
How, I ask. I can't even do that, and I've been known to put on 15+ pounds over the course of a summer if I try.
Apparently, several factors contributed to this. Firstly, Huck is a self-feeder at home. I cured him of this when he stays at our place, but apparently the skill of eating when fed doesn't transfer houses. Both got their bowl of food morning and night...and I'd place my bets, Maia was getting a double dose of food twice a day while Huck lived on kitchen scraps, which he does regardless (he hates all sorts of dog food).
Then, they counter-surfed. A giant loaf of bread went missing. Apparently, this doesn't happen when Maia's not around so she was blamed. While a normal person would look at this incident, say bad dog, give her a little less dinner, and keep the bread up high, my mom decided that Maia wasn't getting fed enough and that she was hungry so she upped the food offerings. Maia will eat herself sick, she's always hungry and will always eat unattended food. Silly mom, you got tricked. She's really not starving, she just wants you to believe that.
So now I have a chubby dog who's absolutely convinced that if she looks pathetic enough, I'll give her the crust of my bread. And generally, she's right. Who can refuse a face like that?