No matter how rich they are, they are still dogs.
YAY!! Sniff time!
This is Ground Control to Major Mutt
You’ve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shoes you chewed
Now it’s time to soar through the cabin if you would
“This is Major Mutt to Ground Control
I’m slipping through the seatbelts
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way
And the sniffs we share look different today
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do (except for that anti-gravity-sniffing thing but I think I meantioned that allready, ya know? AND DON’T YA DARE TO CALL THIS A SPACE ODDITY!)
It all began with a poor doggie called Laika.
Siriusly? Aren’t they headed for the dog star system?
That will take some special mooneuvering.
Believe me, after a few hours in one of those “tin cans” you don’t have to sniff to smell each other.
Where’s the fire hydrant?
But remember, NO OPENING THE WINDOWS TO STICK YOUR HEADS OUT!