I wanted my Dog Daffy & I to grow old gracefully

I wanted my Dog Daffy & I to grow old gracefully together so we attended Doga courses to reduce anxiety but when we retired Daffy became incontinent & had to wear Doggie Diapers

so I stopped bringing home Doggie bags full of half-eaten hot dogs from Weinershnitzel. Daffy had to be on a Doggie Diabetic Diet which means no more

Doggy Doughnuts or Doggy Danishes, Doggy Devil's Food Cake or Doggy Duck with Doggy Dipping Sauce on the side. All this was verboten for Diabetic Doggy Daffy the Dandie Dinmont. So

instead of eating all of this Delicious Doggy entrees, Diabetic Doggy Dafft the Dandle Dinmont settled for the Kitty Karrots and Kitty Korn. "Why was I born diabetic?" he cried.

"I don't know," the vet replied patiently. "Why do most things in life happen, ya know? What I'd like to know is how you learned how to talk." The diabetic dog panted, "My owner

used to be a scholar, his books where around the house all the time. I tried to teach myself to read with those and speak using the television." The dog took a deep breath after

taking a small one and refused to give either back to the cat who had made them. Something about learning language this way had twisted the dog's sense of respiration rights and

joined a protest rebelling against the cat empire. They raided convoys, warehouses and cat trees desperately trying free dogkind. It was known as "Bark Lives Matter"

That was, until the clay mining operations dried up, and the the feline royalty didn't know where to...go.