My name is Buckley and I don't like strangers. Or strange dogs. Or cats or ferrets either. Who in their right mind would want to keep a bunch of filthy weasels in their home?! Sometimes I don't understand humans at all. I'd like to grab those ferrets and shake 'em and bite them kill them. GRRRrrrrrrRRRRRRR!!! I can't help it. You see, I'm a terrier! My humans did some kind of test and they think I've got other breeds mixed into me. But I'm telling you they're nuts. I'm all terrier. Just look at me! Do I look like a Shih-Tzu to you? I'd like to get my teeth on those dumb test people. I'll shred their ankles and then we'll see who's calling who a Shih-Tzu!
OK, sorry, I have a tendency to get carried away. I'm a little intense at times. Hey, I'm a terrier, remember?
Heard a good joke on the radio yesterday. You know why Manny Ramirez was taking that female fertility drug? Because he's going through Mannypause. Ha, ha, ha, ha.
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