Scooting Conversations

I always scoot when I talk. Always. I think it really adds something to the conversation.

With a hair-raising chorus of whines, groans and barks, I contribute my two-cents to every conversation...while scooting. Can't talk without scooting. Never scoot unless I'm talking. It's a bichon thing.

I dunno why humans don't try it. Conversation looses something if you don't scoot at the same time.  Put your bum on the carpet and try it. See!? Now didn't that just add sparkle to your speech?!

Some will say I've got wormies, but I don't. Others may say I've got impacted anal glands. To that I say, you get your mind off my anal glands! Had 'em done. They're fine. I'd like to see you have your bum squeezed!

And my ass is clean as a whistle. Mommy checked. (How embarrassing!)

And that's why people like talking with me. I love to talk and I always scoot. They laugh so much, I may take my act on the road. Hmmmm, what should I call my act?

The Scintillating Scooter. I like it. Scoot, scoot, scoot. I like it a lot.

WOOF!

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