A few weeks before Juno got sick, I caught this action.
"I needed a drink. I needed a vacation. I needed a house in the country with bones and meat on the table. But what I had was this two-bit Formosan Dog, attached to my neck."
"Hey baby, how about you and me getting tepsichorical?"
"Give me a break Big Boy. Aren't you tired of doggin' me around?"
"The first time we met Princess, I told you, I was a tough guy. Get it through your head. I work at it. I don't play at it."
Then up jumped the devil. Like crap shooters say when seven pops up wrong.
"Come on Cupcake, I know you're full of sugar. Let the big boy show you how it's done."
"Listen Daddy-O, I'm tough enough to swap punches with a power shovel."
"Your moves don't impress me, bro."
"Waiting for it... waiting for it..."
"Ahhhh..... a little lower please... right there. That's the spot. Maybe a Formosan Dog Attachment has some perks after all."
Juno's got a point. Since Loki was made in Taiwan, maybe there's a way I can get some mass production Formosan Dog back massagers made, imported, priced cheaply and on the store shelves by Christmas.
No cash for the treat jar but you'd like to show the love? No problem! Connect with me on LinkedIn and endorse my creative writing skills. Let me know how the pups and I can love ya back!
"Your project is guaranteed to meet superior Siberian standards or I will fatally masticate it. You have my "woo" on that!"
"I keep your project safe from crows, coyotes, and flies. I prefer to be paid in salmon treats and tennis balls."
"I manage the treat jar & the staff's daily payroll of cookies and bones. The staff is excellent at math and let me know when I come up short."