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.
