Dog in pink: I see this sort of thing all the time. Tails stop wagging, the playful yapping goes silent, you stop sniffing and getting sniffed...it's called the 49-year itch.
An obvious aversion to being domesticated.
Better watch out for that golden retriever who likes to stand over subway grates and keeps her panties in the freezer.
She became enamored of Tramp and can’t get over her longing to share a strand of spaghetti and a rolled meatball with him.
Love the counselor’s name!
There is no Wow! in their BOW-WOW.
Is that a little doggie porn on the counsellor’ s desk?
That’s in dog years, of course.
I’d sooner expect a one-year itch for them.
It should be the one year itch.