Translation: Take me outside!
Beware of dog.
Mr. Frog is very cross with me for having (inadvertently) taught Giles to spazz out when someone says, “Squirrel!” (See video evidence.) Not only does Giles get crazy when he sees squirrels now, but he gets crazy when someone says the word. This just proves to me how highly trainable Giles is, though, and how easily he associates words with things. My dog is awesome.
I’m wearing, like, sweaters and stuff!
Here’s Giles posing as a cat.
Why doesn’t the sun warm me? Oh, the unbearable cold!
How does one calculate the integral of a function?
If I leave my post, will the squirrels breach our barricades?
Why do you leave me alone on weekdays?
How long can I stay still?
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
To sleep, perchance to dream; ay, there’s the rub.
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?