***First off, the video below shows a lil’ doggie all up on a lil’ kitty. If you don’t want to watch a dog jump up on a cat and get him a lil’ bashin’ action, please do not watch the video below. Tinks and good night.***

Lil’ bity dogs need some lovin’ too. In this situation, we are talking about “Beans”. Beans has been on the prowl for weeks and just can’t find him another Yorky Poo to take home. He’s tried. He’s been out on the town to parks, vets, the Ballpark and even the shelter, with no fragments of even slight success.  He even tried juicing broads on Facebook and watched three episodes of the Pick-Up Artist.  Still nothing.

Tired and bruised up from all the rejection, Beans turned to Prozac-infested doggie bones and just crushed them, downing at least four to eight doggie bones a day. The more hyped up on doggie bones he became, the more obvious his next course of action became.

“Freckles”, the family cat, was kind of cute. So Beans walks up to Freckles and asks her if she wants to do it. Once again he is rejected. Alone and depressed, he quits eating the Prozac bones and just lays in his kennel depressed. He lies there, with the gate latched, for six days with no food, no water and no loving.

Now what? On Day Seven he finally decides it’s time to squad up and steps foot into the kitchen. Freckles is grubbing and Beans is looking for lovin’. So he walks up to Freckles and is like, “Look I need some bashin’ action. How about you just chill there and eat your Purina while I go to town on you? I promise you won’t feel a thing. I just need some release in my life.”

So Freckles agrees and pulls a George Costanza by knockin’ Nikes and grubbin’ at the same time.  After visiting Pump Town for about a-minute-and-a-half, Beans walks away with an ear-to-ear grin, mean-mugging the camera.

Below is the video of the sweet, sweet, scene.