Mether said I got little black hairs all over the tablecloth. But why would I stay on the floor? I had to be front and center. I had a job to do.
Which was too much for me as Mether had pointed out. So I jumped down and circled the bookstore several times with the cookie in my mouth and finally took it to the far corner to bury it. I heard people commenting that there was no dirt. Well, that is not a problem. What you do, is you hide it.
There. I have buried the cookie. No one would look under a broom.
He tipped over giving me a chance to smell under his belly. No. Not real at all. No pee pee smell at all. So you cannot tell a thing about a dog like that, you cannot tell what he eats or even whether he is a boy or a girl. Fake.
I tried just a little shake. Mether said CHET BAKER THOSE ARE FOR SALE THEY ARE NOT YOURS.
Which did not slow me down. But I was doing my soft bite, not my rippy bite. I just kind of mouth it when it is an article of clothing or a towel or a new fake dog I am not supposed to rip up. Mmmmf. Shake it up.
and hope that all the people stop walking, turn and come in to the bookstore, wherever we go.