I'm an American....

...it's official the vet declared it the other day, I'm fat. I might as well as give up my German citizenship and book it to the nearest McDonald's followed by the closest Dunkin 'n Donuts. I apparently have "a belly". Now, my Mommy says "who loves that belly", but I know she doesn't mean that she does. I know it is said in a mean sarcastic way that only you would understand if you knew her not to mention when she says it Daddy stands there laughing at me. I see how it is - I'm just another statistic.