My Depressed Dog

My Depressed Dog desperately needed a rubber chicken that they would worship. It is a different thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Dog, who had come to the conclusion it was entertaining. Who would have thought, a rubber chicken is the item to choose.

My Depressed Dog desperately searched for a mug to put down their trousers. One might consider this to be a fairly weird undertaking, to everybody you know, but not to the Dog, who had decided it would be simply life. Who would have thought, a mug would be the chosen thing.

My Depressed Dog found a stretchman that they liked to smash. This seems to be a curious thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Dog, who assumed it would be fun. You wouldnt have imagined, a stretchman was the thing that was selected.

My Depressed Dog wanted a sack of potatoes to watch for 10 minutes every morning. This seems a new action, to me and my wife, but not to the Dog, who assumed that this idea was out of this world. Strangely, a sack of potatoes is the thing to select.

My Depressed Dog desperately craved for a cheese grater that they would occasionally eat. It would be a funny approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Dog, who had decided that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a cheese grater being the thing selected.

My Depressed Dog always carried a little monkey that they sometimes try to balance on their head. It should have been a fairly different activity, to many, but not to the Dog, who expected it would be simply life. You wouldnt have imagined, a little monkey was the item that was selected.