It's tough being the dog of the house. You have to be cute, play nice, be ready to go out when they take you (it's +9° right now), don't make a mess, ahh you know the rest. And the pay, sheesh!
They complain about shedding. Drooling, OK. Drinking out of the toilet, OK. But shedding. What the heck can I do about that? At least I got hair to shed.
Let's go to Petco. They have that biscuit buffet. No. We go to the Middle Way Cafe and I have to wait in the truck. How about Pet Zoo? They have more Yummy Chummies than I've ever seen. NO. We go to Subway and you know where I sit.
Next year is the year of the dog. Bring you your slippers? Sure! How many pieces?