So me and Grampy both got into trouble from Grammy Bob Sandcock today. I sneaked Grammy's teeth outta her water dish and Grampy weared them to take a nice picture for Plenty of Pups. (His own teeth is all wore down from eating so many bones.) What was you doing with my teeth on, Edward? Grammy asked. I seen your picture... Well, what is you doin' looking at Plenty of Pups if you is so happy with your little Shitzu friend, Maisy, Grampy says. Then Grammy sayed that Grampy wearing her teeth was like putting lipstick on a pig; so I says, Grampy ain't a pig, Grammy, he bees a Boxer. Grammy tole me why doesn't I go and chase a cat up a tree; so I did. He's prawly still up there.