I think I’m in love. No, I’m not talking about a Mrs. Bongo. That’s not in the picture. Today I was walking along the trail minding my own business when this little girl came walking toward me. And man, oh man, this little girl was just the right height. We were face to face. Perfect for kissing. Those nice, big, juicy, slobbery kisses. I just love to give ‘em. And if someone wants to give me one back, that’s fine too.
But you know what? She kind of held me at a distance. You know how those things are. I like you a lot, but I just want to be friends. Talk about total rejection. Friends. And all I wanted to do was kiss her. I won’t even tell. I promise.
Total dejection. But I’m not the kind of dog that stays dejected for long. I’m up and at ‘em. Always on the go. Happy go lucky me. If she won’t kiss me I’ll do something else. I think I’ll go kiss her dad.
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