You go outside and poop, pee, come inside and get told good boy, and you get a treat. You can lay under a table and sneak a peek up skirts, let a fart and watch everyone run.
But you never see a dog run up to his bowl and say gosh, better not eat, I need to watch my hips. When your feeling frisky, you just run over and get some, no spending money on her, courtship, flowers, our any of that, just a good ole doggy style and run home. So she has a litter, like they are going to nail you for child support? NOT!!!!
But the one reason I would love to be a dog is so when the parents are getting it on in bed, I can sneak up and touch my cold nose on their ass and laugh like hell!!!!!!
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