Going with @glennlab and his last meme!
Eventually I rolled over, called the ASPCA, played dead upon their arrival, and escaped over the back fence.
I made some money turning tricks for strangers before heading to the home of lost dogs, Broadway.
I played all the non-speaking dog parts in Shakespeare, even being afforded a standing ovation for my ineffable three-legged riposte to "Out Damn Spot".
By now I was hooked on the bright lights of substance abuse and joined the elite Dog Sniffer Unit of the NYPD.
It was all hard graft from there on.
I got caught returning to my own vomit by the integrity unit.
I knew then that it was time to see a police dog psychiatrist.
Thieving these! 🥰
@EyesThatSmile Doooo iiiitt!!!!!
It began as a very young pup when I was admonished for being on the lounge with everyone else.
It then escalated into a full blown attention seeking syndrome.
Before I knew it I was sinking my teeth into soft flesh and leg-humping visitors with the sort of gusto I'd observed in the bedroom.
Worse was to come when they discovered I could talk.