Well, how does it feel to be left home there, Bart? Ha ha ha. You didn't get to go to the Cleveland Irish Festival and get loved and adored by hundreds of people. Not only did I get to go, but Sabrina got to go. But not you, Bart. And why not? Because you are NOT Irish and you are not a Wolfhound. You had to sit home and baby-sit the other dogs.
Maybe if you grew a few inches, joined Weight Watchers and rolled in glue to make your hair coarse like a wolfhound you might pass as one of us. Sorry there Bart. You missed out on cleaning children's faces. You missed scruffles and hugs and being the center of attention. You didn't get to have the humans all to yourself. Better luck next year.
Brogan the Fierce