"Pardon me, is that a bur, sir?"
"That depends. Who's asking?"
"Oh, well sure, sir. I am your owner; Now you're here, I'm at your service, sir. I have been calling for you."
"I'm getting nervous."
"Sure. I called your name out the door. I was seeking to avoid a big mess with the sticklers. When I was kind of in a bind with that habit of yours. I saw you wander in -- to the burs, sir. I'll handle the extraction."
"You saw the garden?!"
"Yes." I told him not to throw away his shot; I told him to meet me inside. He told me he'd be back. Now who's looking pretty helpless with a snout-full of burs. All you had to do was say "no" to this! I hope you're satisfied, pup!
#Hamilton#Hamildog#puppyshame via #parody
Update: I pulled a number of the burs out, then had to look for for what did I miss. He has trotted away to sulk. Clearly, Lucky doesn't want to be in the room where it happens right now.
(That last hashtag is for you, @ciao_latte )
Welp, it happened. There will never be any mini Theos (or Theodosias) running around. Which I guess means... I’m “reliable with the ladies!” Hey! Hey!
(Yes, my Mom will use any excuse to throw in Hamilton quotes and references)