This morning I walked under the hedge. I chewed some of the leaves.
Then I saw Fatty the Squirrel.
She is going to have baby squirrels.
Whenever we go out people say: Isn't he cute!
Can I pet your dog?
How old is he?
What kind of dog is he?
Mostly I put up with this.
Sometimes I sit down and itch myself.
In the afternoon we walked down 22nd Street in the gallery area.
It is on the way to the dog park.
What sharp teeth this man has!
I met someone who looked like Joba but wasn't Joba.
In Duane Reed, on the way home, we met Mark from the bank.
He asked what kind of dog I was.
Dad said he didn't know.
So the man from the bank said, "Half pigeon, half alligator."
I did not think this was funny.