This baby looks like a drunk dude getting a lap dance. The dog looks like a typical stripper, not interested in the drunk idiot she's sitting on. In a year, that dog is going to have her bachelor's degree in communications. Then she'll get out of the game. But like everyone knows, you never get out of the game. That baby might sober up the next day, get married, and never come back, but she'll be there for the rest of her life and she knows it.
That's quite a depressing yarn I just spun about a baby and a dog, but these thoughts have to go somewhere. I can't let them just sit and marinate in my own mind. I'll go crazy! It's better that we share them together. Now they are both of our burdens.