Here’s the thing. They made me stay in an icebox for five days. Oh, they called it a cabin — but it was an icebox. A real box made of ice. You should have seen this place. That white stuff all over the ground (“snow”, they say ???). Ice hanging from the roof. Indoors it was so cold I nearly froze my **** — if you know what I mean. So of course being an active guy I ran around a lot to get warm. Never got warm. It was an icebox, like I said. One night I found this old soft thing and it was pretty nice to sleep on. For the first time in, I don’t know, a century, I was warm. Good dreams happening here. Then what do those people do? FLASH — they pointed that thing at me and it flashed and they giggled. Dogs need respect. I need respect.
