[Oh my god the magic words. Someone's tail is wagging with ferocious intensity.]
I am a good dog, and I am a good tracker. I am on the scent and I will find the style mailman.
I am a good dog, and I am a good tracker. I am on the scent and I will find the style mailman.
Okay. Okay. So wait. Do you know us yahoos? Yes or no.
Mind if I ask why the hell it matters?
A tiny mailman wanted to give me cake but I have been too busy to eat because I am busily tracking the bird.
Don't think so, contrary to popular opinion.
Lookin' the fuck out now, though. So much for the waking world.
Lookin' the fuck out now, though. So much for the waking world.
I will get the bird even if I am tired because my master needs me to get the bird and when I get the bird, then he will give me treats and the other dogs will be my friends.
Goddamn buncha weirdos I ran into here.
Accident. Snake bite.
Accident. Snake bite.
Oh yes there are many of us but Alpha is the leader and he gave me this very special mission of tracking the bird.
Hey. I thought it was that son-of-a-bitch too, you know.
Sidewinder, though? Not knowing you shot him? No way that's Blonde.
Sidewinder, though? Not knowing you shot him? No way that's Blonde.
Whatever.
What's with you jokers, huh?
What's with you jokers, huh?
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