Hel-lo, puppy.

I picture it being said in a ‘go ahead, make my day’ way.

Tom is a little Eastwood.

Were you intimidated?

Cause I was totally kidding.

I love you!

Wait.  You totally smell like…

Roses?

No.

Freshly cut grass?

No.

Spit up?

YES!

Gross, puppy.

I love you anyway.

But do you think mom would consider giving you a bath if I make a weird face with my mouth?

It’s worth a shot.