I wonder how my height-fearing date will respond to my sense of humour—having rickrolled him the directions to a park where our picnic is set atop a spiraled spire [of inspiration for the intrepid, of course].

Soon…

Humans suggest that domiciliation is somehow connected to the location of those feelings linked to any of amore, assurance, or attraction, but aves find their preference for an abode dependent solely on where strewn seeds find themselves fated to be daintily digested.

Some pups wait patiently for the return of their roustabouts and other pups wag and bark at runabouts circling roundabouts, but the most peaceable puppies in the world are always up in arms—or thereabout.

Please divert your accusatory stare away from me right meow—for this is certainly not the naufragous nuisance on whom you should be placing blame for shattered vessels of ferocious fern-monsters when there is a catastrophic canine on the loose well known for ruff play.