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Expensive addiction, this thing called TV, 
like a zombie I become when I sit upon
my brown plush sofa.
Beside me my little dog Dizzy rolls her 
eyes as she thinks to herself, "Here goes another boring day,
my mom won't get up off her fat behind and play - no my mom
always has an excuse like the medicines she has to take make her
too tired, or that the weather is too hot or too cold, might as well
stay in.
So here we sit and I watch her watch one show, and then the next,
often she does this as she stuffs her face saying that her blood sugar
would get too low if she did not eat.
Sometimes she even watches Doctor OZ if one of her other shows 
are not on, and my mom will sit there paying close attention to all 
he says even while stuffing herself with a PB&J.  She says I will 
get to that healthier routine right away...
Then there are times she will stop watching TV just enough 
to look around the house at the chores that are waiting to be done, 
then she adjusts the volume on the clicker and shrugs her 
shoulders, meaning that she is putting off the chores for another 
time, for  another day.
I do get her to take me for walks after I lay upon her shoulders 
and lick her face into submission, oh don't worry she spoils me 
beyond compare and that' why slowly but surely I am getting her 
to take each day much more seriously.  I tell her to not waste time, 
let's go out and play, get what needs to be done out of the way!
She call me a Jesus dog, a little furry angel with invisible wings.  
Well all I have to say to that... It's possible!"

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