Bomma, please... what did you expect? That if a guy (other than Mojo) came to OUR apartment, I'd go to my kennel and behave? Not bloody likely. For a long time, it's just been me and you. Remember? It's ME you snuggle with on the couch, and it's ME you smile for, and it's ME you talk to! NOT some other man, Bomma. I just can't stand it.
I don't know why you want another man in our life, but I'm going to let you in on a few secrets.
- If you sit on the couch with him, I'm going to wedge myself between the two of you
- When you're not paying attention to me, I will drag your granny panties out of the laundry basket into the living room
- I'll reformat your hard drive
- I'll kiss you on the lips so he won't want to
- When he pets me, I'll roll over and pee on him
- I'll develop the worst case of gas you've ever smelled
- I'll never let you put another sweater on me
- Let's not forget what you did to my nuts... I think you owe me
- Your iPod will be toast the next time you leave it within my reach
So Bomma, let's stop this dating stuff. We are
just fine by ourselves! Nobody loves you more than I do. *wags tail*