Overnight Jenny though hard about what Paul had said. "Im happy with my routine now, I love my doughnuts, but I also loved going out on my beat," she mused to herself.
"I'm going to try to lose it, I want me beat back more, don't I?" She questioned herself. She decided that the next day she would go without her doughnuts and ask Paul for help.
In the morning she strode into the station confidently, only a cup of coffee in her hand. As usual she passed by Mark, who was ready as always with a smart-ass remark.
"Where are you doughnuts today tubby?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
Jenny continued walked, "For your information, I'm going on a diet."
As she rounded the corner, she could swear she heard him say 'About time'. "Hey, hows it going today Jenny?" Paul asked.
She turned and looked up at the well muscled arcanine, "Good," She said, "I was wondering if you could help me with something for the next couple weeks."
His eyes brightened slightly and he noticably straightened himself out, "What is it you need help with?"
"Well," She explained, "I'm going to go on a diet, I need to loose this if I'm going to get to go back on patrol, and the fitness test is in 5 weeks." She prodded her pot belly with a pudgy finger and it sunk in a good amount before she released it and her belly jiggled as it moved back to its original position.
As she finished her sentence Paul seemed to instantly turn from a happy to a downcast mood, "Oh...Ok," He said, the enthusiasm gone from his voice.
"Is something wrong?" She asked, inquiring about his sudden shift in mood.
"Oh nothing, nothing, when do you need me to help," He said as he blushed slightly and shook his paws as he held them up.
She smirked as she watched his antics, "He's so cute sometimes," She thought.
"Come by my place on tomorrow and you can help be my coach as I diet and work out." She said, giving him a sly look.
He turned to leave, "Alright, I'll see you on Saturday." He waved back as he walked down the hall to get ready for his patrol.