Koby the "Food Whore!" LMAO!
I can call Tulsa, several times, and she won't respond. She's laying on the cool tiles in the bathroom, and can't be bothered!
All I have to do is open the fridge, and she's on it, smacking her lips and trying to drool like a big dog!
I'll give her a piece of melon, she rolls it around in her mouth, looks at me, spits it out, and goes back to the tiles. I can almost hear her muttering, "I got up for THAT?"
Sorry girl, if I ate like you wanted me to, I'd have to have double doors to leave the house, and a ramp into the limo to take you to the Dog Park!
J