What a piece of work is dog. How noble in stature. How infinite in its appetite. In form. In chewing the remote. How infuriating and should I muzzle him? In chasing the raccoon, how like an angel. In actually catching the raccoon, how like a suck. The paragon of pets. And yet to me, what is this quintessence of feces?
HELLOOOO NEWMAN: Laughter is your sixth sense
