It was almost dinnertime. I was in the corral, hanging out with the herd.
Smooch was in her yard, feeling left out and looking for trouble.
Smooch: This is my yard and my hole, now get the hell away from me.
Smooch: I mean it!
Hank: What the f*k is her problem?
Some of us are emotional eaters; Smooch is an emotional digger.
George walked over to see if he could calm her down.
Smooch: I don't want to be calmed down.
Smooch: Did you not hear me the first time?!
At that point, everybody walked over for a little group therapy.
Hank: I think she has abandonment issues.
Alan: I think she needs carrots.
Johnny: I think I'll stay over here and avoid all the drama.