LATER THAT EVENING...

Lately I've been obsessing about cleaning my forepaws. I just can't get enough. I can go on for hours, it just brings me such pleasure. Don't tell anyone. I lick the ratty recliner and I'm really liking the taste of it. It's supposed to be leather, but I think my peeps got ripped off. I think it's imitation leather. It's losing it's color-don't look at me. Pew what's that smell-don't look at me. Lately, no, it wasn't me. Stop looking at me like that. Now I'm just insulted, I can't go on.-Dude