When Jenny talks to the dog, sometimes I think she is talking to me.

The other day Jenny was picking Rosie up to put her in the car and she said, “You are getting so heavy.”

“What?” I said surprised. “You think I’ve gained weight?” And then I realized she was talking to Rosie.

“I don’t mind feeding you twice a day if you exercise,” Jenny said yesterday. I was a little surprised that suddenly Jenny seemed so interested in my diet and exercise.

“I have been exercising,” I said, slightly defensively as I munched on some crusty French bread and stinky cheese. And then I realized she was talking to Rosie.

Or sometimes Jenny will coo, “Oh such a pretty girl,” and I start smiling and fluttering my eyes. “Oh, sorry. I thought you were talking to me.”

I’ve seen the same thing happen to Rosie. Jenny might say to me, “Should we have some dinner?” And Rosie will look at us expectantly thinking another serving of Grammy’s Chicken Pot Pie might be served.

Does this dog make me look fat?