Anyway, my person and her friends met a man who had a little dog. When they asked him what kind of dog it was he said it was a Pita dog.
I’ve never heard of a Pita dog and I guess my person and her friends hadn’t either, because they had to ask the man what a Pita dog was.
First, the man asked if any of them had dogs and of course my person said she did. Now if she’d just taken me along that man wouldn’t have even had to ask.
But then the man told my person that her dog was probably a Pita dog too.
Now, wait a minute. That man had a little dog. I’m a big dog. How can we both be the same kind of dog?
When I asked my person that, she told me I probably didn’t want to know.
Come on, person. You can’t leave me hanging. How can I be the same kind of dog as a little dog? This doesn’t make sense.
So my person told me what a Pita dog is.
I am not!
I am not a Pita dog!
That man is sooooo wrong!
I AM NOT A PAIN IN THE *** DOG!