Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here.
After her nip overindulgence, Cookie finally returned to consciousness. I watched over her the whole time, making sure she stayed safe. After about four hours she suddenly groaned, and started rubbing her head. She said, “Owwwww! What did I do?”
Apparently, Cookie was unaware of my presence. She said, “What’s that smell? Oh dear… it’s me!” Then, to my horror, she started performing a very delicate grooming operation right in front of me!
I quickly averted my eyes, not wanting to embarrass Cookie when she realized I was there. And she soon did. I heard her say, “Oh! Brother Oliver! I didn’t see you there? Have you been there long?”
I replied, “Ummm… oh… hey Cookie! Nope, I haven’t been here long at all. Not long at all.” Cookie said, “Oh, good. I mean, I was just uhhhh… well… taking care of some business that was kind of private. I… hey, why won’t you look at me?” I quickly said, “Look at you? I… oh, no I’m not trying not to look at you, it’s just that I thought I saw a wiener dog over there!”
As soon as the words left my lips I thought, “Great… now I sound like Thomas.” But the redirection had the desired effect. Cookie ran over to the nearby fence shouting, “I MUST PREPARE FOR BATTLE!” She began to vigorously sharpen her claws.
Having defused a potentially embarrassing situation for the both of us, I said, “Never mind, Cookie, it wasn’t a wiener. It was just an extremely long squirrel. Then I quickly headed back inside the house. As I did so I heard Cookie say, “Prepare to die, wiener squirrel!”
So Sayeth Brother Oliver