This month, D and I are dogsitting this adorable little girl.
|She's allegedly a fat whippet, which is like a fatter version of a greyhound.|
D: I can't move the dog. She keeps staring, looking for you. I can hardly even drag her.
[D said later that he truly, literally, couldn't move the dog. She's not a big dog, but D also had the bike to mind and didn't want to drag her by the collar.]
M: hahaha, oh no! Have you managed to get her going yet?
D: No. I might have to go to the Bell Tower.
M: No way really??
D: I relented and we got as far as the boathouse where she saw a fake M cycling the other way.
So I tricked her with my M voice and we made it home. Now she's looking for you.
[I asked D what his fake M voice sounded like; it was hilariously high-pitched.]
So I think the dog likes me. ^_^