Hello! This is your ol' pal Lisi! I bet for a minute you were thinking it was the Big Lady that yells but loves me anyway. But you know what? She would never say the word 'clueless' in the same sentence as the Big Guy. She often says how glad she is that he is talented and smart.
Yes, the Big Guy that is usually nice has a bone to pick with me. He hasn't said anything directly to me, but keeps bringing it up to the Big Lady that yells but loves me anyway. He keeps saying I am fat! Can you even believe it?
I mean look at me!
After that insult was hurled down in my direction, the Big Guy just plain hit below the collar. He said that the mixed bag of ear mites and mouse breath was in much better shape than I am. What a bunch of nonsense! He's comparing a soft, gentle, affectionate canine to an independent and mostly crabby feline? Yep - like I said, he's clueless.
Since I know there are some members of the Lisi fan club out there, could you do me a favor? Could you let the Big Guy know that I am just fluffy and not fat? Please? I cannot live without my treats and my deep dish of food. I can't! I'm a dog! My brain is 95% food-driven, 3% affectionate-driven, and 2% for exercise. So please! Help! I don't want to soon become a bag of bones.
Thank you from the bottom of my stomach.