Should I or should I not?
(To be read in a thick southern accent):
I’m Hank, the southern Catahoula leopard dog, straight outta the woods of Louisiana and I love the park! The best part of the park is getting to go all around and sniff all the trees and pee and **** on everything! However, I got myself a big ol’ problem. The problem is that I hate the car. Its so scary! You see, I used to love the car. Whenever we’s gettin’ in the car, we’s usually goin’ somewheres great! But, recently my big sister, she’s a human, but I think of her so highly sometimes she might be a dog, she got her drivin’ permit. In other words, mom’s always yellin’ in the car, and slammin’ her foot down on the floor. I gotta ride in the back and hope she ain’t gonna stop real fast or drive real fast, or make me go flyin’ all over the car. Once, I went a-flyin’ so fast I ended up right there in the front seat of the car, and I’s in the back to start out with. Anyway, my really big problem is that I gotta git in that there car if I wanna go to the park. And, you see, I really wanna go to park. What am I gonna do?