You know, I’ve got this thing about smaller dogs, especially white ones.
Those little pups, they remind me of rabbits (mmmmmm). And sometimes, I just don’t know what comes over me, but I can’t help myself . . .
I try to eat them.
But I dunno, something’s different now. Mom sez it’s ’cause I’m older. Whatev. I just don’t think that going after a snack dog is a good idea. It just gets my pawrents all riled up. They get really upset when that happens.
So the other day, when this smaller dogs shows up to my crib, I thought I’d be good for Mom and Dad, so I tried to be his friend.
Well, it helped that this guy, Falcon, snarled and barked real loud and told me what’s what as soon as he met me.
When he did that, I thought, hey, that little dude is pretty kewl.
Turns out Falcon is a Puerto Rico rescue dawg, and he had a hard life on the streets for a long time. He’s even got himself a prong collar! Can you see it? A little dawg with a PRONG? What a badass!
So now, Falcon and I are buds. But he’s moving to Washington, he was just visiting Jerry’s Acres. But I hope I get to see him again. We got along real nice. Even treed a sqwirl together!
Littler dogs ain’t so bad after all.