Buster, the Wonder Dog!

A man is intently browsing the Net in a darkened room. A small white dog with black markings enters the room, visibly agitated.

[ul]Ruff! Whine! Ruff!

“What is it boy? Is something wrong?”

rrrFF! Whine![/ul]

The man rises from his chair and follows the dog.

[ul]“What’s wrong, boy? Where is it?”

Whine! Rrf![/ul]

The small dog leads our hero into a small room containing a sink, a bathtub/shower, and a leaking toilet. The man repairs the toilet and disaster is averted.

[ul]“Good Buster! Good dog!”

Squirm, Gyrate Leap![/ul]

Yeah, I know, it ain’t Lassie, but the preceding really happened only a few minutes ago. It always amazes me how much thinking a small dog can manage with a brain the size of a lemon.

~~Baloo

Great, now I’m having memories of my dead dog, Buster Brown. I hope you are satisfied with yourself!
:frowning:

Um.

How did you know the dog wasn’t trying to tell you he wanted you to take a shower, you really reek?

Or that the sink drain was getting clogged, better dump some Liquid Plumr down there before it gets too horrible?

Or that he finds your taste in towels to be execrable (“Looney Tunes and Rugrats beach towels are OUT, bud!”), and was suggesting that you go shopping?

Or, most likely of all, that he was just distracting you from the Net so that the cat could sneak in and download some porn? Have you checked your History folder?