This was freaky. Ole’ Mr. Sith asked me to picture an object in my mind so he could guess it in 20 questions, so I pictured the fat sausage at my feet: our English Bulldog, AKA Mojo the Flatulent.
Then LV asked me some questions, and I really thought I had him — I mean, the questions were innocuous little things like, “Can you buy this at a store?” (yes, even though you NEVER should) and “Can it swim?” (no, because despite them being the biggest gas balloons in the universe, they sink like rocks).
Vader’s all, “This is a battle of wits, and you are woefully unprepared,” and I’m all, “You’re going down, Vader!” because I’m thinking he just might be able to come up with “parakeet” if he’s lucky, when out of nowhere the Man in Black asks me if I’m thinking of an English Bulldog.
Dang, he’s good.
Wow, a British Bulldog! They’re as rare as rocking horse pooh! How cute is he?!!
He was a lot cuter before he started chewing up everything in sight, Michelle!
Lately he’s progressed to pulling things off of shelves and racks. It’s only a matter of time before he figures out how to open the refrigerator and pour himself a beer.