Dogs born intelligent enough to understand the concept of presents
ought really to be blessed with thumbs...
But we'll soldier on without.
Meanwhile, the nose is working just fine. Is that one of those all day schmackos?
Excuse me while I go somewhere private and eat this in 60 seconds flat.
(short interlude music plays....)
Now, then. Where were we?
Ah, yes. The prehensile thingy. There has to be a way to negotiate this...
Oh, fuck it. Time to think outside the square.
WOOHOO! Dude! It's a SQUEAKY BUNNY!