Sorry 'bout the rain, folks. That'd be my fault.

[powerof_one]

In other news, think I finally figured out m'dog.

Comments

[thebriar_rose]

He's still precious, no matter what he is.

...Though right now I think a rat would eat him.

[powerof_one]

Tell him that. Someone walked a German Shepherd past the house this mornin', and Uther was gonna bust through the window and eat that sumbitch. Least he barks like a big dog and don't do that yappy thing.

[thebriar_rose]

He doesn't know he's little, he can't help it!

[powerof_one]

Worse 'n that, doll: he thinks he's bigger 'n all of us. He ain't just teethin' when he chews on your shoelaces. Little maniac thinks he's killin' you, and doin' a fine job of it.

[thebriar_rose]

He would never be that mean!! He's just playing!!

[powerof_one]

'Scuse me! I think he'd beg to differ...that right there is a wild, vicious, rabid, ornery beast with the temper of a sleepy grizzly bear and the razor-sharp baby teeth to match.

Least that's what Uther'd say if ya asked him. And if he could talk. G'head. Give him a sock. See if it survives.

[thebriar_rose]

You're just mean. He's a sweet little baby, I don't care what you say.

[powerof_one]

Mean? Me? It's my toes he cuts his teeth on mornings! Little bloodthirsty hellhound just knows how to wind his momma 'round his little doggie finger.

[thebriar_rose]

He never bites me! Nibbles, but never bites!

[powerof_one]

He's just waitin' on them big boy teeth. Then he's gonna chew us right up, betcha a dollar.