I think Mom is up to something. She's been on the phone with some lady and she keeps talking about
Hey, Mom. I know what a kitty-kitty is. I remember. What gives? What did you mean when you told Dad you were approved for a fur baby?
I'm watching, Mom. I will figure it out no matter how coy you try to be with me. You might as well come straight out with it and tell me what all the whispering is about this coming Friday.
I'm Deuce. I'm a smart dog.