We’ll Never Know

I’m fat. My dog’s fat. We don’t walk far enough, not really. And we both eat too much.

I know all that. I guess he doesn’t.

And I guess if I’m honest, if he dies first because he’s fat it’ll be my fault.

If it’s the other way around, well, I guess we’ll never know what he thinks.

And you know, I don’t even know if it matters.