It's my party, I can poop if I want to.
In fairness the local sheep have, like, no sense of boundaries.
Learning to eat your emotions early.
He's off to play fetch in the great beyond.
Slap me some paw.
Come on, boy. Let's go for a swing.
I think this is going to be a cave level.
Hello my baby, hello my darling hello my rag time gaaaaal! (Do I get treat now?)
His bath is worse than his bite.
I give this two paws up.
Bow wow what now?
Sweet is Murder.
Alternatively: Lizard hates when you touch it's stomach.
Ugh, no mimosas? I'm out of here.
The cat in the hat.