Not wits-out da chic!

Thinkin' this was nearin' cruelty having to chase the sun around the dog bed in the back of that car. "Quite disrupting to my afternoon nap", just as I was havin' this thought is when the car came to a stop in front of this white washed house with a pretentously gody gothic window on the second level. 

They let me out. I pee'd. They took my picture. 

He kept sayin' that I didn't need the beee-atch in the picture because it twas too chilly to get it right. 

He waz so right, I'm too handsome to be spoilin' it wit a chic. Who needz-um anyways?