evenlir
It was not the way things were supposed to be for this particular dog. His friends looked at him with sleepy eyes as he jumped about, thrashing all over the place.
"Darling," said his wife. "I say, stop this at once!"
"I cannot control myself," the dog whimpered, and he lifted one of his legs and started scratching on the side of his ear.
It was not enough, he thought, but kept moving his feet. The way he did it was so hard that some of the hairs in his ear began to tear away from his mutty skin. The dog turned to his side and hit the side of a craggy wall, where he kept