Me and Professor Brady had a talk with the wild dogs. As usual, they were seeking attention, but this time they needed a good scolding.
They were hangin' around the puppies, teaching them bad habits.
After cooling off, Brady corralled them away from the puppies, and called me over.
They put on their most innocent faces, but we didn't fall for it. We expressed our displeasure. I gotta admit, the two of us can be pretty intimidating. We didn't over-do-it though.
Bottom line... They promised to start setting better examples, and they wouldn't let the puppies goad them into teaching 'em bad stuff anymore.
We believed them, but Brady feigned a snarl, for their benefit, as they trotted away, peering back. "That's takes care of that," he uttered, pleasantly amused at the outcome. "But they'll be up to something else, in no time."
"Sure enough," I agreed, returning his grin. "Can't tame wild dogs... Wouldn't want to."
Head nodding, Brady's focused unblinking eyes met mine. "You're right, Omar. We don't want them changing... That ain't our way.
We moseyed along planning our strategy to confront the puppies who were undoubtedly plotting their defense. The hardest part when disciplining the tiny mischief makers, is keeping a straight snout while they babble.
Off we went... Wouldn't have it any other way.
K-9 Town.
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