My Brainy Dog

My Brainy Dog craved for a mug to insert somewhere. It should have been an extraordinary activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Dog, who considered that the idea was stunning. You wouldnt have imagined, a mug would be the chosen thing.

My Brainy Dog looked for a can of Tango to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It would have been a bizarre undertaking, to you, but not to the Dog, who had come to the conclusion it would be stunning. Who would have thought, a can of Tango is the thing to choose.

My Brainy Dog owned a bag of poop that they would occasionally worship. It might be a funny action, to many, but not to the Dog, who felt that it was in fact, wonderful. A bag of poop was the thing that was opted for.

My Brainy Dog desperately searched for a stapler that they would rub on his belly. This might appear to be a peculiar thought, to me, but not to the Dog, who thinks that the idea was fun. A stapler is the thing to choose.

My Brainy Dog desperately wanted a helmet that they would sometimes drop. It might be a fairly extraordinary action, to everybody you know, but not to the Dog, who assumed that it was in fact, exciting. Strangely, a helmet was the item that was selected.

My Brainy Dog desperately wanted a ball that they would often embrace. This seems to be a new undertaking, to some, but not to the Dog, who thought that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a ball would be the thing that was opted for.