Puppy dog! She’s brown. It’s a girl; her name is Beatrice (or maybe Beatrix). Maybe she’s happy! She’s resting because she was being chased by her husband, Truman. (Aye-yie-yie!) He was chasing her, because she’s hard to find and he gets into everything.
It looks like Beatrice has a key around her neck. She’s wearing her tongue.
Beatrice lives at the South Shore in Los Angeles, in the United States. She lives with a human family. Her family is funny and they live in a funny place. But her family doesn’t know that she was being chased, because they are at church in South Lake Tahoe.
Beatrice better not make a sound, because she’s not very nice to look at. I don’t hear anything. But – – it smells like overwrought poo poo. (Oh, boy!)
Beatrice must be thinking about food. Or, maybe she’s thinking about how much she wishes she could be with someone she can be happy with.
I’d hate to think about what happens next...I’m scared for her; someone was trying to think for her. But once she gets out there, she’ll get moving. And then she will probably chase a little dog. She better catch it!