His name was Jet and he's really tiny, He loves to sleep all day and rub his heiney. He whispered in my ear asking for more treats, So I told him what the heck you better go to sleep. Jet stood up and hit me with a spinning backhand, I fell to the ground, the beatdown began. He ran away and spoke to Roscoe, They broke into our home, causing quite the show. Jet and Roscoe punched Rob in the head, I threw a treat, distracting them instead. Hey, thanks, wanna be best friends? Hell yea, been best...