I don't get it, but this little gal Mona sitting beside Retardo, seems to have picked him as her new BFF. Swear to Dog. Loki has accidentally plowed her down once or twice running around like a fool, but she only sees her BFF acting silly. In the long run, they're good pals and Loki does pay her the respect she deserves.
The other day, after a long walk by the lake, I opened the car door for the cracker and the criminal to jump in. Little Mona followed so quickly, she didn't give her mom a chance to stop her. And she looks to Loki for reassurance that she's not only welcome, but pleads with him to convince the bi-peds to let her stay with her BFF.
"Awe, come on Mom. The party doesn't have to end. Let's take it back to Casa Wild Dingo where we can take a siesta in that relaxing garden while munching on that endless supply of raw meaty bones you're hiding in the freezer."
No problem. And would you all like Dogerita's or Dog-hitos with those raw bones?
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