While peeling and prepping bananas to be frozen so they could be added to fresh fruit smoothies ("prepping" includes removing the banana's tip--Spuds thinks those are gross); Spuds had a sudden burst of joy and appreciation for his new found healthy lifestyle.
Spuds had been packing some post-prison pounds and chose to trade in his Bud Lights for Gatorade, his afternoon happy hour for doggy paddling sessions in the river, and his low rider for a svelte beach cruiser. Spuds knows that the key to having a best day ever, everyday is to get his little paws moving and his tongue puppy panting. Spuds is good like that.
Don't worry, Spuds can still karaoke with the best of them and hold his own at the tiki bar. It's not like he's going to do anything stupid like sign up for an Ironman or start training for bike races, for goodness sake. He knows those activities are reserved for young professionals who are seeking asylum from their inner-most demons or old men who can't afford Aston Martins, but can afford these.
Yeah, something like that.
And anyway, Spuds just isn't down with that much spandex. Especially spandex that reveals a puppies pooch. That just isn't cool, man.
Woof, woof.
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