Who’s Your Daddy?
Remember the days when we said sit, and they sat? When we weren’t scheduling our conference calls around their office bark-fests? Now we prance around with their sh*t in our plastic lunch bags. And apparently we’re gonna be the ones tied up outside their concert doors. So thank you, Purina, for showing us our reflection in the shiny doggy bowl. You know who our daddy is…Woof, woof.