How Dr. Evil Earned His Nickname
Such a sweet face. Why would we nickname an adorable, charming puppy like him Dr. Evil? Let’s ask Big Yellow Dog.
Big Yellow Dog used to have ears. But his Van Gogh moment at the teeth of our subject is not the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.
The Master Engineer and I were relishing the quiet one recent evening, when we suddenly realized it was a bit too quiet. You know, the way utter silence descends upon a dwelling when the children are up to no good. Dogs are the same way. The smart ones know that dastardly deeds are best carried out noiselessly. Knowing this, we tiptoed into the living room to see what was up.
We were greeted by a shocking scene of carnage.
As usual, Dr. Evil knew we would not be pleased by this display of Big Yellow Dog’s innards and promptly responded with his most contrite countenance, begging our forgiveness as we picked up the remains of his sad little friend.
As usual, you say? Yes, we’ve seen such sights before. This, a few weeks ago, was the fate of a perfectly innocent monkey:
Our little pup tends to be very hard on his friends. But we love him dearly. Smart dogs who are always hatching one plot or another are definitely our style, so we do our best to keep him supplied with buddies, even if it means getting out the needle and thread. You should see his desperate, pleading eyes as he waits impatiently for one of his guys to be patched up and sent back into action. Yet despite all this, he’s a wonderful companion who’s remarkably skilled at distinguishing his stuff from ours. In other words, he leaves my knitting bag alone. That’s a good dog.
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