There's thudding in the distance, growing closer. A matching panting and wheezing comes with it, as it slowly draws closer.
A fat dog, who's gut would graze the floor if he wasn't somehow leaning back, fills the hall. His love handle presses against the wall more firmly than his hamhock arm he's using to try and help get around. You can see him visibly sweating and panting, fur disheveled from the exertion. You see a wobbling from his rear, his tail wagging at the speed of a motor engine as the doorbell rings.
He mutters something about getting his own food being too much effort and how he's gonna just stop getting out of bed soon. You think it's for the best, the wall having dents alongside it wherever he stopped to lean into it...
For blob day yesterday! Hope y'all enjoy c: