Letter to Mommy
We need to talk. If you may recall, I have only three legs. Three. Not four. I do not have any to spare. Seriously. I am NOT kidding. Yes, there is that famous dog who can walk on two legs. Okay, fine, that would be pretty cool. Wait a minute, if I walked on two back legs, I could totally reach food on the top shelves of the cupboard. Hmmm.
What was I talking about? Right, my leg situation. I realize you are trying to be nice and help me out but DON'T CUT MY NAILS AGAIN. Please. Don't. I have black nails and well, that can result in some painful messy situations. Leave that job to the vet tech or groomer. I hate to beg so I will just stare at you while you are trying to watch TV or better yet, I will stand directly in front of the television until you submit to my wishes. My will is stronger than yours. Trust me on this one.
That is all. Oh yeah, get me a treat now please. I totally agree with that commenter on youtube and think you are clearly not feeding me enough treats. Hee hee.