Okay, what is this thing? My humans call it my "duck," but I'm pretty sure it's a quail. Or maybe even a pheasant. Either way, that's a whole lot different than a "duck."Look, I don't mean to go on about it or anything, but c'mon... a DUCK? Why not just say "Hey, Pancho... where's your ostrich?" Or "your penguin?"
LOOK AT IT. Clearly, it is not a duck.
That's all I'm sayin.
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Why is this bird still in one piece? I don't see its innards or anything. Have you had this for more than 5 minutes? And you call your self a dog. Sheesh.
Kathy,
A couple of facts...
1) My fierce canines have often revealed the quail's innards, but...
2) The quail has been re-sewn several times.
3) In my daily routine I sometimes "kill" the quail, I sometimes just walk around the house squeezing it to make it squeek, and sometimes I snuggle with it.
Yes, I am a dog, but like most mixed breeds, I'm multi-faceted. Hard to figure out. An enigma. Wrapped in a riddle.
Sheesh, indeed.
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