Jackson, being the friendly kind of mutt he is, thought he'd go and say Hi today to the decidedly unfriendly rams.
He took his football over to play, and his baseball.
I'm not sure what purpose the baseball bat was to serve. Was it for fun. Or defense?
"Hi woolly sheep. You wanna come play footie?"
Who are you calling a sheep, you wimpy little mutt?
"Mum. Mum! Did you hear what he called me?"
And another thing, mutt. I serve one purpose in life, and playing football doesn't help my cause.
If it did, Big Brother would have got me a football long ago. You hear me?
"I wanna come in, mum. That's the last time I'm gonna be nice to that rough bunch."
"Can I come and sit in the Family Room with you, Mum? Daddy's not in anyway, and I wont tell him you let me."
You come here, my pet, and watch the sun go down with me. Hah! You just think who's the loser now.... You're inside here with me, and he's outside in the rain.
Let him put that in his pipe and smoke it.
Bunch of ruffians.