Lake Rodney We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

His pelt was a little damp from the struggle, but that would soon be remedied by the sunlight. He lifted himself up properly and gingerly exited the water, as if nothing weird had happened or anything. The stranger's voice carried over to him and he blew a small raspberry. Pfffft! Help! I didn't need help, dude, I got this. And who was Mee-ho anyway? Maybe the guy was losing his marbles. That was called acting. Get it? I was playin'. Except there was still a frightful spike to his short fur, and his tail was puffed out like a cat's, and his haunches quivvered a little with excess adrenaline. But you know... Acting.

What the crap is a Mee-ho anyway? Because that ain't me, ho! Thinking he was the most hilarious person alive for making such an astute pun, Dingo began to laugh and snort obnoxiously, his wet tail wagging and tossing water drops everywhere.