Tawny (Matt's dog) has decided that I am her personal source of food. Every time I walk into the kitchen, she follows and sits next to the counter where her bones are kept. As I walk around the kitchen, she turns so that she is always facing me. Of course, Tawny knows she will only be given food if she is sitting, so she is never standing for longer than it takes to walk over to the counter. I hearby declare that it is not my fault if Tawny gets fat.