 As much as I love the barn, my proper dwelling is the house. In order for me to get there, I have to make some changes. The very first thing is adjusting what my weight is. I'll stop eating slop and act an overachiever. I'll shrink down to the size of a golden retriever. I know I can be the best friend that's lacking for the daughter. Instead of just settling, being fat and for the slaughter. I'll have a chat with Farmer. Surely he will make time. By the way, I'm from here on out to be called canine. This concludes my speech then. No place for being subtle.