Where does the Smitty go when Wilson (bad dog) is ranging free?
“Mister can look with the flashlight?”
“I don’t see him in the tree.”
“He should. I’d go into the tree, if I were a smee.”
“What’s Wilson (bad dog) eating?”
“It looks like plastic.”
“Dumbass.”
“No wonder the Smitty is nowhere to be found.”
“He’s embarrassed.”
“Should I re-put-up the jail?”
That Mister puts the child fence thingee back at the top of the stairs, so Wilson (bad dog) can’t steal my socks or sandals and sich.
“That dog is like a walking advertisement for cats.”
“Word, yo.”
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