In Which My True Identity Is Revealed

Roo says: Just so you know, if you' re not familiar with  the Hobbit/ LOTR, you may find this post a bit confusing. :) Love, Roo
Your honor, members of the jury, good morning. I would now like to present the evidence as to my real identity.  
Because certain members of the family *cough* Tigger *cough* have been remiss in getting Roo books on CD from the library lately, at lunch today she was listening to the Lord of the Rings.  And then I realized something- I am not a dog. I am a hobbit.
Let's think about it- here are some symptoms of hobbit-dom, and I think they all apply to me.
Hobbits...
Like to eat. Um, have you read my blog or met me in real life?!  OF COURSE I like food!
Have furry feet. Check. Ok, so I call them paws, but, as Grandma would say, same difference
Like to eat. Did someone say food? Where? I'm hungry! It's been a whole 15 minutes since my late early mid- afternoon snack!
Are about half as tall as humans.  Depending on where you measure me, and the human, Check.
Like to eat. Food? Food? Sayest thou food? But showeth me where 'tis, and I shall hie me hence!
Like their home comforts (don't be tricked by Bilbo, Frodo, Merry and Pippin- they are described as being considered crazy for their penchant for adventure). There's nothing I like more than curling up with my blanket and a milkbone while watching a movie with the family.
Like to eat.  *Sings* FOOOOD GLORIOUS FOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!
Are afraid of heights: Hmmm- I don't like fireworks, thunder, or strong wind.  That's totally the same as being afraid of heights, right??? RIGHT???
Like to eat. Oh food dish, to what shall I compare thee?
Like to talk.  I blog. Enough said.
LIKE TO EAT. My food is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June.  My dish is like the melody sweetly played in tune. 
OH, and did I mention HOBBITS LIKE TO EAT!   In scarlet town where I was born, there was a food dish dwellin'. Fed a sweet girl two times a day, it's name was Rosie's food dish.

What evidence do you have that I am not a hobbit.  If the evidence that I am a hobbit is more convincing than that that I NOT a hobbit, even by only a featherweight, you must find me to be a hobbit.  It's the law AND how our legal system works. :)
I rest my case.
WWFN!
Love,
ROSIE

Note the furry paw.