Gimme the Phone

I remember being a young pup and the accompanying lack of self confidence I felt when approaching cute, chick pups to chat them up.

My head was too big for my body, my paws were like mitts on a baby and my bark had yet to change to the deep masculine one I now sport. In addition to that I couldn’t trust what came out of my mouth, if anything at all.

If that doesn’t make you feel like a l-o-s-e-r, nothing will.

That’s why I preferred to do my talking to the ladies one on one, and it was best done over the phone. That way if I were rejected, or made a cat out of myself, the pain would be minimal. Sure I’d still put my tail between my legs and race to the fridge to pig out on a quart of Frozen Paws ice cream, but at least I didn’t ruin my chances with other potential mates.

I bring this up only because my sister Lulu was caught trying to get some alone time, no doubt to call her man, on Mom's phone this morning. Unfortunately, she didn't get very far before the phone was snatched out of her paws...

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