Dogs and Puppies

This place has the cutest dogs! When I see a cute one, I don't hesitate to act like the owner is my long lost sister who wants to talk to me. Yesterday I saw the cutest weinner ever! I wanted that dog! If they didn't have such atrocious toileting habits, I'd be sneaking one into the Wiapuna Condo and let the chips fall where they may. "Gunter" was a tiny little dachshund-cuter than this picture if you can imagine. He was licking my fingers and seemed to want me as his owner. (I had just eaten a few Doritos.) He was soft and cuddly and if you've ever owned a weinner, you know there's nothing like them. Now that brings me to another dog who lives in our building...Cujo. I think his real name is Fluffy or something, but he is not a Fluffy. He is the size of a small pony, strains at the leash, and I think I've even seen a tiny bit of foam. His owner is frail and gray and over 80. Behind her walks the daughter who is at least 70 and together they are both struggling. Cujo especially hates Ray. Everytime we enter or leave the building, Cujo is on the elevator straining and snarling, and Ray cups his privates with his hands. Last time we saw him his owner said, "He's a good dog, just dislikes men." Ray ever trying to be polite, didn't quite know what to say as he gently removed his right testicle from Cujo's mouth.