"Come on, Dan, just put down the needle."
Somebody throw me a bone.
Easy, now. No one's going to cut off YOUR balls.
All you gotta do is take out its legs.
Ugh someone put it down already.
Chyeah, dawg. Chyeah.
Bow down and kiss my paws, peasants.
Now that's what I call a great downward facing dog.
Somebody throw him a bone.
It's called her resting female-dog face.
After a ruff day, she just likes to look good.
I say, can you please hand me a biscuit? No, no, the one I vomited on the carpet an hour ago. Mmmthank you.