a dog’s laboratory

The dog-in-charge operates on a spectrum of psycho-spiritual frequencies. His imagination is unrestrained. There is no crate big enough.

Turn your back on him and he’ll goose you from behind with his snout.

His tongue is eight-inches-long and hangs to the left. His eyes are blue-white. He has never had a bath. When luxury takes a vacation it buries its face in his fur. His father was named loyalty and his mother was named trustworthiness. His spirit animal is a foxy wolf.