I thought that today I would reach into the Fat Guy archives for a truly historic tale. One of my favorites was the use of Chelsea the dog as a courier. Since it is strenuous exercise to raise one's fatness off of the loveseat and cross the living room to the chair, a true Fat Guy must always use an alternate method in such situations rather than risk losing an ounce of his girth. While Matt was reclining comfortably on the love seat, Justin, in the chair, asked him for some papers. One can see the problem that presented itself. Fortunately, Chelsea was frisking around as usual (in contrast to the other members of our household) and Matt managed to call her over, roll up the papers and stick them under her collar, and then had Justin call her to the chair. She covered the endless six-foot stretch with great ease, thus saving the Fat Guys from any unnecessary movement or decrease in status. The moral of the story: Every Fat Guy needs a dog.
