One fat dog.

Well, they did it. They locked me in the bedroom like some kind of a vicious beast. Luckily, it didn't take long for the guests to start requesting the pleasure of my presence and I was soon released, a little grouchy but none the worse for wear. The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent putting on my sad face, sucking in my belly, and walking around to all the guests so they'd feel guilty and throw me a chunk of barbecued tri-tip. It worked like a charm. By the end of the evening, I couldn't eat another bite. Not bad for a few hours work.