|Momma! Why have you done this to your favorite lab in the world?|
I'm speaking amongst friends, right?
Sure, I went upstairs to poop once, twice, yeah, I admit it, three times.
But that was back when I was living under the reign of the Relentlessly Huge terror and was afraid to turn my back on him long enough to do my business in the yard and sometimes I would just get too full.
Yes, and sometimes when momma wants to take her special weekend nap in the guest suite I get kind of hungry (because she usually waits until almost supper time to start her meditations) and I am compelled to go and stick my snooter in her face to remind her that I am starving.
But surely this contraption is a bit excessive. Just look at me.
|How can you be so cruel?|
P.S. My friend, Sebastian, could use some POTP. As if there hasn't already been enough sadness at the home of the Portuguese Water Dogs, now Sebastian has just had surgery and they found out his boo boo was worse than originally thought. Poor guy.