It's Sunday morning, and I'm drinking my coffee and reading the paper. I look up, and this is what I see in the corner:
My dog Mu Shu, sitting like a drunkard:
Slumped and depressed-looking. Gazing at...nothing.
Me: "Mu Shu? You alright, buddy?"
Mu Shu: "Yeah! Why do you ask?"
Oh, nothing, buddy. Nothing at all.
Love ya, dude.