Before I begin on the P o’ P, let me say KEEP going on the condiments, because if we ever win the lotto, we will construct such a monstrosity and everyone is invited for extensive snackola. Maybe we’ll cover beverages next week! Additionally, I have a feeling Clif will cook something up for Friday Raining Chundermuffins, so I’m gonna put the script in tomorrow night.
So here we have the P-man, the little guy, the champion.
Note his powers of Carpet Camouflage™ (he’s practically INVISIBLE!) and Super Streamlining™. What you can’t see is that he’s comfortably laying on the floor with an 80 mph headwind in our living room, but he’s so streamlined you can’t tell. Not shown in this picture (no camera is big enough) is his poop machine power. Pound for pound, or at least cubic inch per cubic inch, no dog poops more. This little dude is the champ. He’s like Chuckles only his power is genuine not a toilet destroying affectation.
Second in an occasional series of Puppy Powers.