Here’s Katherine McPhee’s chihuahua Larry taking her for a walk on the NYC set of my favorite shit show to hate watch Smash the other day.
Larry’s wrinkly fupa is hanging out, rain is falling on his head, he’s pushing out a multi-layer butt burp into Katherine’s hands and he couldn’t give one fuck about any of it. Larry McPhee is my favorite McPhee. And why in the hell doesn’t Katherine McPhee get yelled at when she takes her dog out without a sweater on? One time in NYC, I took my chihuahua to piss and it was probably 50 or 60 degrees out. Just as my dog started taking a caca on the sidewalk, some crazy ass bitch ran up to me and asked me why he didn’t have a sweater on. She told me he was going to freeze to death. Yes, that makes sense, because my chihuahua’s ancestors of a thousand years ago got through winter by wearing knit sweaters from PetSmart.
It didn’t bother me that she was basically calling me a bad dog owner for not putting a sweater on my chihuahua for a 5-minute shit break, but it did bother me that she was telling me off while my dog was trying to drop a butt nugget. RUDE! Some hos have no consideration for a dog’s special moment with the flat concrete toilet known as the sidewalk. Another time, my dog was concentrating hard during #2 times and some chick comes up to us and is like, “He’s so cute! Can I pet him?!” Yes, bitch, you can pet him while he squats as long as I can come to your house later and pet you while you’re trying to relieve your bowels.
When that bitch came at me for not putting a sweater on my dog, I should’ve come at her for not letting him poop in peace.