As you might have guess, I rarely get upset, except when my parents smell like another dog. Of course , I don’t think that squirrels, dead leaves and busybodies that dare to walk on the sidewalk of my street don’t “really” get me upset. Barely. No, it doesn’t get me upset. The hair on my back goes up in the air only because I tell my parents about a “probable” danger. I am not upset. But to be honest, between you and I, nobody should have the right to walk by my house. And there is no arguing with me on that matter.

Now, about that drooling thing. Let me correct your false assumptions about that thing that you call drooling. Let’s get it straight. I. Do. Not. Drool. Ever. When I see food on the floor and I get so excited about it, it is not drooling. It is only an incontrollable reaction of my mouth, which let you know that I really, really, really want it. Really. The same explanation applies for when I see my own food or dirty socks or, better, the Veuve Cliquot, the Summun of chewing, a bra…. sweet.

Last, and not least, I want to talk about girls. Ah… you wish I was more interested in girls, don’t you daddy ? Believe me, you don’t. You don’t want me to jump the fence every time I smell a girl ! And, anyway, I am a dog, daddy ! Not a real boy! Chop chop me and I’ll stay with you forever! Seriously, after talking with my buddies at the dog park, I think that girls are too much trouble. As for now, I have way too much fun with my Frisbee and my tennis balls to even think about having a girlfriend.

Oh, I just saw a ray of sunlight on the rug in the living room and I have to go take a nap right there. Thanks for listening!

Thank you, Jake. Although I would have chosen other words to describe you for a bilingual dog (human and dog language) you did an awesome job !

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