Dad says I need to go on a diet. I'm a lean, mean fighting machine! Just look at me. And I can't help that the Ozzers is so slow eating his supper that I have to help him. He needs to be a little quicker on the draw. This is crazy. I heard Dad tell Mom not to leave out kibble AND to start making my homemade food with chicken instead of my favorite hamburger.... Ugh! What's a guy to do?