Me and Punkin took a stroll. We met our neighbor lady, Girtha Widebody, out walking her little dog, Pastry. We were admiring Pastry, when Girtha said, “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite, but he may lick you to death”.
I sez, “Well, I really don’t want Pastry to kill me, so are there any other options.” I heard about that all the way home. Punkin pointed out that I shoulda known what Girtha meant. I ough…