The husband and I are window-shopping dogs again. We’ve decided we want this guy:
In our imaginations, we’ve christened him “The Dread Pirate Roberts.” This works especially well if you imagine calling the veterinarian to schedule a heartworm test for The Dread Pirate Roberts.
“I’d like to arrange to board The Dread Pirate Roberts next weekend.”
“The Dread Pirate Roberts needs his Kong and he needs it stat!”
“Who pooped in the kitchen?”
“.... The Dread Pirate Roberts.”
In fiction-land, he fits in quite well with FluterDog and Sh*tty K*tty, don’t you think?
Addendum: Why did The Dread Pirate Roberts chase his tail? He was searching for BOOTY!