I had this dog with two tales One when he wagged it, told me he was happy to see me, the other when he barked it, warned me there could be danger on my doorstep. Here Pup, good boy, do ya wanta treat?
I often wonder what's the point of old age, As you age, Your Teeth fall OUT, then you hair falls OUT. Your organs wear OUT You chances of getting any are definitely OUT. In the end they put you in a box and cart you OUT.