This was my first cat, Tabby. Not a very bright name, I know.
And he wasn’t much brighter than his owner.
One day he got run over by a cement truck.
After that we decided to give him away.
Then I got a dog Speedy when I moved to Mexico.
He was a very ambitious little fella.
But eventually that got him into trouble.
As did the obsessive behaviour of my other dog, Jimbo, which ended up in an FBI raid on our home.
Then I got a couple hunting dogs.
This is Kerrigan, the bright one:
and this is Molly. She wasn’t exactly working on all four cylinders.
Sadly, she was killed by a hit and run driver.
And we lost Kerrigan during a terrorist attack
After that I got Max. He was a real cool dog, but didn’t know his head from his tail.
This is his girlfriend, Jezebel. She could be a real bitch sometimes.
Anyway, my nextdoor neighbor had a whole bunch of really mean cats, and Max and my girlfriend’s dog Gunther didn’t get along with the cats real well.
And one day, it all came to a head. Things got out of hand, and we lost both Max and Gunther.
But revenge is sweet. I bought a German Shepherd, named Clive, and he got even.
And I did the rest.