Mr. Dowg and Feral Hog Dogs

Dreamed Mr. Narodowg and I were taking a leisurely stroll down a wooded path, just talking of this and that and enjoying each other's company - when we were suddenly being stalked by these enormous, snarling, razorback dogs; black with a white stripe down their back like misshapen feral hog skunk abominations. I was filled with fear and pulled out an anemic pocketknife as a pathetic attempt at defense. But not Mr. Dowg. No, he whistled and called to them and they came to him and licked his hand while he petted them and called them, "good boi." That's Mr. Dowg, always seeing the good in everything <3

Mr. Dowg and the Feral Hog Dogs

Dreamed Mr. Narodowg and I were taking a leisurely stroll down a wooded path, just talking of this and that and enjoying each other's company - when we were suddenly being stalked by these enormous, snarling, razorback dogs; black with a white stripe down their back like misshapen feral hog skunk abominations. I was filled with fear and pulled out an anemic pocketknife as a pathetic attempt at defense. But not Mr. Dowg. No, he whistled and called to them and they came to him and licked his hand while he petted them and called them, "good boi." That's Mr. Dowg, always seeing the good in everything <3