The rooster has flown, and the dog is in. He's much nicer. He brings you good stuff, like fluffy slippers and pandesal stuffed with corned beef. Plus, he gets rid of so-called friends who are bad for you. But you have to let him out once in a while by opening the South door so he can pee and do Number 2.
And oh, all he needs are squeaky toys and the occasional treat.
Really.
Ask Andy.
Here's to a better year.
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