The ballad of Robbie’s number 1

The ballad of Robbie’s number 1

A man who lives on my street has a dog named Robbie. I’ve never seen them, but judging by the pitch of his barking Robbie is the size of a small rat. Mornings and evenings, Robbie is taken out to pee, somewhere in the general area “under our window”. But sometimes he doesn’t feel like it. But he has to. But he doesn’t feel like it. So Robbie’s owner encourages him.

-Robbie, wee wee. Robbie, wee wee. Robbie, wee wee. Robbie, wee wee.

And so on, and so forth, for quite a while. Robbie’s owner usually says this in a creepily calm voice, but the other day was quite a crappy day in terms of weather, and he was starting to sound a bit desperate, I have to say.

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