Dogs Respond To Recent Study Announcing Dogs Possess Sense Of Fairness

BOSTON, Massachusetts | Bow wowwow wow. Ruff, ruff. Urrrrrrrr, bowwowwow. Arf arf, arf-arf-arf-arf. Bowwow wow wow, wow. Arf.

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” ruffruff Arfy-arf-arf. Bow wow, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow. “Bark bark ow-wow-wow. Grrr-arf! Arf arf arf arf, arf arf. Arf. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Gr. (Pant-pant.)”

Bow-ow-ow, ruff. Ruff. Ruff. Ruffruffruffruff! Bow ruff, bow ruff. Bow wowwowwow, wow. Arf. Arf. Arf. Bow-ow-wow-wow-wow. Urrrrrrrrrrrrrr, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Bark bark bark, ark. Bow wow, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow. Bow wowwow wow. Arf arf arf arf. Ruff, ruff. Ruff, ruff. Ruff, ruff, ruffruff arf arf-arf. Arrrrr-oooOOOOO!

Comments

X said…
This is without a doubt one of the greater things I've seen of late.
December 09, 2008
Sid Leavitt said…
Wow, take a bow, P.L.
December 09, 2008
P.L. Frederick said…
Bow wow wow wow. Wow wow. Arrr-ooo! Arrr-ooo! Arrr-OOOOOOO!*

(*Translation: Thanks bunchies, Alpha Whale!)
December 09, 2008
Nooter said…
hard to tell with that thick eastern accent but i think youve just insulted my great-great grandfathers third grade teachers gardener. madame, i take offense ..
December 10, 2008
P.L. Frederick said…
Bark bark bark. Grrr-arf! Arf arf arf arf, arf arf. Bark bark bark. Bark. Ruffruffruffruff! Arf. Bow wowwowwow, wow: ruff; ruff; ruff. Ruff, ruff. Arf-arf-arf-arf. Bow-ow-ow, ruffruff. Bark bark bark, bark, bark, ruff. Bow wow, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow. Arf. Ruff, ruff. Bowwowwow. Bark bark bark. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
December 10, 2008
Anonymous said…
Hope you are having a relaxing and festive holiday! Sully would be proud of this post.
December 29, 2008
P.L. Frederick said…
Gracias, Kim! Give Sully a pat on the head for me.
December 31, 2008
Anonymous said…
I love it. My dog said the same thing to me this morning before I went to work.
January 08, 2009
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