It wasn't my Fault!

Just let me tell you that my job here is very important. I need to defend La Casa de Lockwood from any intruders big or small. I take my job very seriously, so when then that sneaky wittle wabbit tried to come on the premises, I lunged forward to do my job. It's not my fault the "Blonde" lady didn't let go of the leash! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!!

I am one bad mammajammar

We were all just chillin' out on the back patio when this coyote thinks he can go cruisin' across the 13th hole by us.  Well . . . . .  . I took off  across the electric fence with it zapping away at my neck and chased his wiley hind end past the 12th hole!!  I am THE PROTECTOR of La Casa de Lockwood!!!!!!   The lady was running after me yelling, but she is truly really, really slow! Now, I have a long yellow rope clipped to my collar!  Why might I ask?  Why?

What's a bluetooth?

Now really, when are you coming home?  The lady here just can't seem to remember my name.  She called me dumbass when I ate her plastic thingy.  What is a bluetooth anyway?  It doesn't look like a tooth and it isn't even blue!!!!!!!!!