Hump the leg! Steal the pizza! Nip the ankle! Jump off the couch and—
HUZZAH!
—charge through the doggy door! GodDAMN do I love being a Labrador! Stoopid-ass two-legs trynna hold me down, but I pee on their carpets and shit in their mugs! Can’t stop me, you big-brained slowpokes! HEH heh heh! HA ha ha! OOH HOO HAHAHA—
“Kent Wayne!” A horrified gasp. “BAD DOG! GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!”
Nuh uh! I race circles around the yard, panting up a storm, a shit-eating (that can be a literal description, depending on the occasion) grin smeared wide across my face. Faster faster faster! Zoomie zoomie zoom! MUAHAHAHA—
WHOOF! My owner tackles me, wrasslin’ me down to the ground and flipping me onto my back. Look at her all red-faced and sweaty—HA! Dogs are SO much better than hoomans!
She stares me in the eye and levels a quivering finger at my give-no-fucks face. “We’re going to the vet—you’re getting snipped. This is long overdue, Kent.”
Wait—what? I cock my head, giving her one of my Super Cute Puzzled Expressions. “Ah-roo?” What the hell does that mean, “snipped?”
She’s not completely stoopid; she gets that I’m confused. “Your balls, Kent. We’re taking them away.”
Oh. My. DOG!
NONONONONO!!! I wriggle like a fish out of water, bucking her off and scrambling into the house. Doesn’t this idiot know that my hairy, pendulous balls account for over 90% of my mental capacity??? Jesus Christ, she might as well lobotomize me! FUCK!
No options left. I run over to her eReader and open it to Echo, activating its reality distortion powers. Magic flash.
A quartet of super-springy, alloy-forged dog booties materialize over my paws, locking into place with an eye-catching flash. I charge back through the doggy door, sprint toward the fence, and—
Boi-oi-oi-OING!
—soar into the air, propelled twenty feet up by my magic booties. At the apex of my leap, I cut a glorious silhouette against the afternoon sun, paws stretched out like I was a doggy version of the Last Son of Krypton.
Cut off my balls—you serious, bro??? Ain’t no neutering Kent fucking Wayne! What next—you gonna shave Chuck Norris’s beard and slap him with a restraining order that prohibits him from going within five hundred yards of a sleeveless denim shirt??? Get the fuck outta here!
Kent Wayne—Labrador Extraordinaire—escapes again! Ha HA!
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Kent Wayne 
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