Big Brass Ones

just a girly dog at heart

Yeah, all right. I'm supposed to be a hunting dog. Loud noises aren't supposed to bother me. But EXPLOSIONS? Multiple, really loud, going-on-for-effing-ever explosions? Come on! It's enough to make a young dog jittery. It's enough (to be perfectly frank) to have him shaking like a dog passing peach pits.

These bipeds are crazy effers! Not MY bipeds of course. THEY were in bed at a perfectly decent hour. But every other biped in town seemed to be out all night blowing stuff up. IN-effing-SANE!

I must say that my biped was very kind and reassuring. I may decide not to eat his hiking boots afterall. (Hey,that'snotwhatItoldyoutotype!) Happy New Year, indeed.