My Mrs. Owner captured Doc and me. She tied us up and made my skin all twitchy and tingly with the brush. Unless you live in a very dry climate, you have no idea of the slightly uncomfortable effects of a brush running through long Haffie hair causing static build-up and discharge.
Then my Mrs. Owner came out with the black spaghetti contraption. I haven't seen it in ages. She put it on piece by piece. She tugged here. She pulled there. She made disparaging comments about my collar not fitting very well. Hmmmm, it seems that my neck has grown. I'm thinking I do look more magnificently and manly muscled than previously.
My Mrs. Owner said it was fat.
It was windy.
There was a bit of a chill in the air.
I haven't been out doing things with my Mrs. Owner in days.
trot - kick - trot - trot - kick - trot
what is that thing that keeps tapping me on my
gluteus gelatinous maximus?