I got a sneaking suspicion I got duped with m' dog. His coat's gettin' too long and he sure as hell ain't growin' much. Whatever he is, he ain't a Rottie, he's some small breed.
...oh Goddess, I hope he ain't a Yorkie or somethin'.
Rare occasion I got along for a spell with the locals. Annual Detroit Business Association meeting down at the local bar. Got me up onstage with the band that was playin' that night, and some fool taped it. The rest is history.