Sailor here.
Mom drove up in the dog car and walked in the door, announcing, “I’ve just had the car detailed and it looks great!”
I jumped on the couch and looked outside to see about my car. Yup. She was right. Detailed.
“And you’re next, Sailor,” Mom continued. “Time to detail you!”
I looked up in alarm. “What? What? You’re going to WHAT?”
I jumped on the couch and looked outside to see about my car. Yup. She was right. Detailed.
“And you’re next, Sailor,” Mom continued. “Time to detail you!”
I looked up in alarm. “What? What? You’re going to WHAT?”
I sat down hard on the floor, tucking my tail under my body. “No way, Mom,” I whimpered. “I LIKE my tail!”
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