[Here comes a pie maker and his dog, who immediately starts barking. Why are you barking, Digby? Because there's a cat, you say? And now there's a golden retriever barreling for you Anders, Ned just barely trailing behind.]
Sorry I-- don't know what's gotten into him. [He tells Digby to sit but the dog continues to wag his tail, barking to play with his kitty frand.]
I'm lazy, eat me.
Sorry I-- don't know what's gotten into him. [He tells Digby to sit but the dog continues to wag his tail, barking to play with his kitty frand.]