No dog wants to leave the park. Who would want to trade in a grassy stretch of freedom, where you can frolic with your own kind, for the tedium of indoor living?
Not this dog. He’s so attached to this slender slice of liberty, he’ll do whatever it takes to stay there. Like play stone-cold dead. No, I’m afraid I’m quite dead, he seems to suggest. Go on without me.
But his patient owner sees through the charade — it likely isn’t the first time the dog flexed his acting chops — and gently tries to lift him off the ground.
But the dog can’t leave. Because … dead. No, his owner comes back at him, it’s just time to leave. No. Dead. If only there were some powerful tool or gadget or even an elixir that could bring this dog back to life. If only …