Michael had promised himself he wasn't going to be one of those people who pushed their dogs in carriages and called them 'fur babies.' He and Tina even developed a voice for Lady, a routine: a low, gruff, cigarettes-and whiskey tone that went with the tragic backstory they gave her. Then Tina found a lump in her breast. And then she was gone. And then small, determined Suzanne Nelson dropped by Michael's newly empty apartment with some homemade lasagna and never left. The transition would've gone smoothly if not for Lady, and the lisping, babyish falsetto Suzanne used when she 'talked' as the dog.