I have never met this Bob Barker fellow, but you would think with a last name like Barker he would be more friendly toward man’s best friend.  Apparently our friendship wasn’t enough for ‘ol Bob.  He has been trying to get millions of people to cut off our puppy parts for numerous years now.  Why, Bob?!  Why!?! 

One can only imagine what kind of tragic event he must’ve went through as a child to turn him against harmless little puppies.  Or perhaps Bob never had a puppy.  If Bob had his way with my mom, she would’ve never had me and my siblings.  In fact, he considers all my sisters and me nothing but litter… garbage, he thinks we’re garbage… waste strewn along the highway. 

I know he’s retired now but I can’t help but think he might be working behind the scenes and trying to come after more of my helpless, defenseless friends.  This is to put you on notice, Bob.  You’re officially in my Doghouse.  And until you call off the senseless destruction of my puppy parts, I will not so much as wag my tail at you nor your beauties.

Let it go Bob.  It’s time to let the healing begin.  The cats… now that’s where we could use some additional control.  Perhaps you could push for them to all be de-clawed?  Think about it Bob.  What hurts more, a basket full of puppies?  Or an evil cat scratching away at your soft, butter-like skin.  De-claw the cats Bob.  De-claw the cats.

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