Tennis Shoes! Oh boy, oh boy, come on Huck, we’re going for a walk! Yippee! Oh look, we’re all going, Daddy Dog has his keys. Load up! Load up!
What about our harnesses? Nemo, does Momma Dog have our harnesses?
Nope, we must be going to the field.
The field, I love the field! We can pretend we’re wild, we can chase rabbit scent, we can kill our own meat!
Kill our own meat, are you crazy Huck? Yuck! There’s blood all over wild meat The closest I want to get to killing my own meat is learning to operate the can opener.