Nemo and Huck on bed
Nemo: Grumble, grumble.
Huck: What’s wrong wide load?
Nemo: Every time I leave the path to chase something, I come back with burrs all over my fur. I’ve almost stuck my eyelashes together. This is either going to mean a trip to the groomers, or at best, Momma Dog with the scissors again. At the rate I’m going, I’ll be naked by Christmas.
Huck: You naked! That would be my worst nightmare! Man, I hate it when humans take off their fur. I never know if Momma Dog is going to be blue, green or yellow in the middle. Remember the day of Michael’s wedding, she must have been in six different outfits, fur all over the room. Seeing you naked Nemo would be like looking at 45 pounds of Crisco walking. Come on Momma Dog is making the bed, let’s take our chewbones and jump on the covers.
Nemo: How about we just lie on the covers while she tries to throw the comforter on. I’m wearing five pounds of burrs here.