Oh my goooooooood, I love your doooooooooog.
What? No. I’m not High. I just love animals. But I take your question as the universe telling me that my love for animals is so light and free that it may appear like I’m under the effects of hallucinogenic substances. Which I’m not opposed to, but I’m totally not under the influence, right now. For instance, I’d be all over you right now if I was high. What? No not you, the dog. (To dog) We’d be rolling in the grass and I’d make him a necklace! Oh! He’s a her?! I’m sorry. (“I wanna squeeze him” voice) I did not mean to assume your gender. No I didn’t. (To guy) Anyway. I’m sure other people find you attractive. You have this great Alan Rickman thing going. Well dead or not he was good, at being, Alan Rickman. I’m sensing some serious hostility coming from you. So I think we should just part casually without acrimony. It’s not you, it’s me. But, I’m keeping the dog.