But he does have an electron-image tube which he carries in his mouth like an effervescent rolled up newspaper.

Who nose whether this is a dog or not?

Dogot

I had him certified and authenticated by a sous chef and his provenence proved by Baseline Barbara and his tail converted into a minstrel gallery and his fleas are now abstemious troubadors from Spokaine on a rouge dragon raft.

It's obviously that minstral wind that got this dognose what into such a state. That borderline Barbara is bent (Wayne Bent). She is just taking the Michael.

that is giving me a idea for a poem!