Today, Ken takes me to laundry room, and I looked out the window and saw a small dog on the lawn. I expressed some excitement to let Ken know I want to go outside and introduce myself to the little dog, as that is my duty as the big dog in the neighborhood.
Ken says it is possum, not dog. But I know it is a dog, because it doesn’t run away. Then again, I also believe that cats are also dogs. Of course cats and possums, like dogs, should play with me, because I like to show off and race with everyone.