Freebase Dali

Foiled again.
I spoke to my dog like a man. Eventually, he died in the back yard, underneath the banana tree.
Like a man. dog... man dog.

Ain't no speaking to a Rottweiler like you're a chew toy. It's the kind of dog you punch in the rib-cage simply because he enjoys being tickled.

And no, I didn't punch him in the ribs to death.