Recent conversation with my mother on the phone:
Mom: How much does Greta weigh?
Me: 57 pounds. Why?
Mom: Well, we took Mattie to the vet today, and he said she could lose a few.
(Mattie is the stray "puppy" that my brother showed up with about 8 years ago that still lives with my parents)
Me: How much does she weigh?
Mom: Like 65 pounds.
(Mattie is about 2 feet shorter than Greta)
Me: Huh, how about that. How did she do at the vet? (thinking how she freaks out and won't move when you put a leash on her and isn't thrilled about the car)
Mom: Oh she did SO good. (pause) So she had to have an ice cream sandwich when we got home...