Tuesday, 1 June 2010
He's nervous due to recurring nightmares involving women and cars and for a sensitive type has a shady past. He finds it hard to say no and one particular favour led him down a dark alley and into a situation involving fast women and cars, sharp suits and even sharper knives. Not a nice place to be even with the razor teeth and claws of a dog.
But as he's a canine used to the easy life of a housing estate all he uses his claws for are to scratch the odd flea off his back that escaped the herbal dog shampoo and he's never had to chase a rabbit for his supper in his life. He's a tinned food dog through and through hence the mezmerized look every time he hears a tin opener in action and his blind devotion to women with a stash of Chappie.