Wild Dingo

A few weeks before Juno got sick, I caught this action.

“I needed a drink. I needed a vacation. I needed a house in the country with bones and meat on the table. But what I had was this two-bit Formosan Dog, attached to my neck.”

“Hey baby, how about you and me getting tepsichorical?”

“Give me a break Big Boy. Aren’t you tired of doggin’ me around?”
“The first time we met Princess, I told you, I was a tough guy. Get it through your head. I work at it. I don’t play at it.”

Then up jumped the devil. Like crap shooters say when seven pops up wrong.

“Come on Cupcake, I know you’re full of sugar. Let the big boy show you how it’s done.”
“Listen Daddy-O, I’m tough enough to swap punches with a power shovel.”

“Your moves don’t impress me, bro.” 

 ”Waiting for it… waiting for it…”

“Ahhhh….. a little lower please… right there. That’s the spot. Maybe a Formosan Dog Attachment has some perks after all.”

Juno’s got a point. Since Loki was made in Taiwan, maybe there’s a way I can get some mass production Formosan Dog back massagers made, imported, priced cheaply and on the store shelves by Christmas.