Nothing upsets Dorothy more than when her Sean leaves. When he packs his bag she starts to mope and hover, and when he walks to the door, she is already there hoping that this time he will take her with him, and man and dogge can walk off together into the sunset.
But the other day when Sean got to the door, this is what was waiting for him:
All my pretty ones?! Oh stab, twist, ouch!
I need to find me a more loyal pet. A potbelly pig? A tree sloth? A ferret?