She's a weener dog and I named her Weenie. She so cutesy-poo, so I nicknamed her Snookie. This was way before that chubby-cheeked walking skin cancer woman showed up. Anyways, I blow on her little belly like you would a baby's and I act like I'm going to bite her, but I don't. I do this until the point where she growls and bites my face.
Why does Weenie hate me?!