All the while you re wolfing down that scrumptious smell of your favorite biscuit. A smell that s saying to you, Eat me, eat me. But you are not allowed. Your boss thinks so. He wants to get you on the Letterman show, doing dumb dog tricks.
Dumb dog is right.
You re going to have to make a fool out of yourself so Letterman can get ratings. Look at it this way, you ll have your 15 minutes of fame. You re going to get a big rawhide bone very soon. Something is going on. And your canine instincts are right once again.