I don’t know, says Yaxley. It’s rolling around like it banged its big toe or something. And those noises! I can’t tell if the critter is laughing or saying naughty words in Dothraki. What should I do, Food Lady? Do I try to help it or maybe just eat the thing to end the suffering?
Yaxley, my love, I say. You leave it.
A never-before-published photo from the puppy raising archives has Yaxley observing a battery-operated toy in Cracker Barrel’s strategically placed gift shop. You know their floor plan, right? It’ll be a fifteen minute wait, says the hostess. Feel free to shop around until your table’s ready.
And the photo above is not a demonstration of how to torment a pup, but instead just another training exercise. We have a novel object that is doing its level best to appear like injured prey, with all the squeaky sounds and twisting about.
And Yaxley held tough, the good boy. Showing us some nice self-control here, our little yeller feller. Which reminds me to advise you to not waste any time looking for photos of the mighty Micron performing this task. They do not exist for our impulse-control challenged guy.