My Mom recently went over my Aunt Julie’s house and when she came back she told me something very upsetting. She said Aunt Julie’s dog, a Lab mix named Mac, is not just a better rooer than me— he’s a way better rooer than me!
Say what? I couldn’t believe my silly ears.
Please tell me that’s not true! That doesn’t even make sense, I am a greyhound and we are supposed to be the best rooers. I am so embarrassed, I want to hide in my room and not do any roos. Why did Mom even tell me that—she should have kept that information to herself and let me think I am the best.
I am glad Mac has something to roo about, but how can he be better than me? He must practice a lot; probably when nobody is home and people think he is sleeping. Maybe he got professional coaching—probably from a greyhound. Maybe he takes a special pill that makes him roo. Or maybe he was raised by a pack of greyhounds and that’s how he learned. There has to be an explanation for this travesty.
I haven’t met Mac, but when I do, I am going to get to the bottom of this—and find out how he learned to roo better than me.
Being out-rooed by a Lab mix is not very good. I give it 1.5 roos.
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