The dog has a lisp.
I’m driving in my car with this dog and a song comes on the radio and he reaches over and he turns it up and another song comes on the radio and he wags his dog tail to the beat and another song comes on the radio and it’s a Genesis block and he sings, Su-Su-Succuido and I say, you like Phil Collins? and he replies, Phil Collins is the greatest singer-slash-drummer that has ever lived. And I smoke my cigarette (blowing the smoke away from his face - he’s allergic) as he goes off on a Patrick-Bateman-like tangent about Peter Gabriel and the Invisible Touch album and Phil Collins’ solo work and I wonder how a dog knows so much about English progressive pop music. And he starts coughing and hacking and looks at me all sternly and I mumble an apology and stub out my cigarette in the ash try and wave the smoke out of the air with my hand.
