The cat gave me a box of poisoned raisin-filled chocolates for Xmas. He still thinks I'm a dog.
I bought a dog. His name is Fido. I hate dogs. The end.
I once tried going into the shoe sales business, but none of the neighborhood dogs were interested. I'm thinking that it was something about keeping the laces tied. (This was before Velcro, by the way.) Anyhow, I'm now into door-to-door crypto sales, and it's going pretty well because humans are less discerning than dogs, and easier to talk into stuff, and there are no crypto shoelaces to worry about.
If it weren't for parades, and horses, we would have only dog shit on our streets today.
Run loose. Run wild. Arf like crazy. Crap anywhere. Politician or dog? (Send photos.)
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Me? Definitely not that kind of person, at all.
