Queenie really needs to choose her suitors better. Also, WTF is up with that dude seeing through walls via his whiskey bottle??
From The Dogway Melody circa 1930
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Don’t know what creeps me out more… the look of contempt at their dignity being violated so much by forcing them to wear clothes and walk upright, the sheer terror on Queenie’s mug, Rapist Dog’s lascivious leer, or the slap on his face. A DOG SLAP.
i love his cackle