So long, pooch

They insist on taking him away and you think to yourself, "I hate this wolf still." You let them take him and he looks at you sadly. As you watch them go, a tear comes to your eye and you sniff loudly. You look up and see a string of onions hanging on the inside of the doorframe. "STUPID DOG!" you yell and throw one at him, "How many times have I TOLD you that you don't hammer FOOD to the wall!" You walk inside and slam the door. Good. He's gone. Now what to do?

Written by Chris

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