He's scared and confused. He has no idea what's going on.
Just so you didn't buy him from Michael Vick, you should be fine.
Hey beautiful people, you're better off trying to e-mail me than message me on here.
That is no dog, that thing is a beast! Are you sure it's only one month? It could swallow my niece by now.
And from the stupefied look on his face, it seems he might be part Rotweiler? They only feign ignorance, be careful. They're tricky little punks, to be sure.
Reality swirled in a wholly blue manner, revealing absolutely nothing of merit. Things flashed madly in and out of existence like some entirely other sort of phenomena. On a whim, Kurt Vonnegut imploded, taking a sizeable hunk of Massachusetts with him. However, seeing as Massachusetts wasn't entirely sure it existed, the chunk wasn't all that big.