No, the development is not that the ma ape has hit the road with us and the corgi as FUGITIVES FROM THE LAW because she has decided to thieve him from the SPCA. No, I--Otis Potus--have made an alarming discovery. See, we thought the ma ape brought home a sweet little corgi puplet, a 15-pound slip of sweetness.
But, SEE!??!?? Do you see that devilish look in his eye?
And do you SEE the shark face of the little man on the right here?
Oh yes, I believe this is not a corgi atall. Our ma ape sometimes uses a cooking technique called reduction in which you cook and cook and cook out the liquid until you get down to a very concentrated, flavorful, small amount of the original liquid. I believe this corgi is a SHEPPY REDUCTION! A PINT-SIZED SUPER PEPPY SHEPPY!
Dog help us all!
He has launched himself (literally) into the shark-faced work of sheppy-dom with aplomb.
And has pwned OBST.
Love, and corgis, conquer all.
OBST is smitten and does not realize the great peril.
Of our own little Napolean.
But maybe OBST will recognize the threat before it is too late!
Though I'd say that ship has sailed. That's my snuggle ball (which he already peed on). And my antlers.
I must alert the world to the pint size peppy peril! First, I must remind you of my own alarming handsomeness.
CAN THIS PITTIE STOP THE PEMMIE PERIL???