TWooie went out hinting* rabbits yesterday (*not a typo: he does not “hunt” so much as he races through the bush barking like he saw something, when we all know he saw nothing at all) and came back like this:
“This,” in case it is not clear, is his leg stuck through his martingale collar. (And in the background, his siblings are laughing at him). I have no idea how he gets himself into predicaments like this.
Pssst … wanna know a secret? Come closer … it’s cuz he’s DUMB.
Well Wootie, I wouldn’t be flappin’ my yap about dumb, if I were you. You are not exactly the pictorial dictionary definition of poise yourself, Pumpkin.
Who sits like that? And who drools mud down their chest hair?
Ooh! OOH! I know, I know!
(^in process of swallowing a walrus, rhinoceros or other really big creature that would require the ability to unhinge his jaw)