More like, trying to pet Don Carlos and saying "Dat's a dood ol' puddy tat!!!" while he's considering getting up and going to lie down over there. He's like, "Hm this feels alright-- ok enough." And moves 10 feet away. lol
Succinctly states my hatred towards glitter better than I ever could! Especially the little sugar-like glitter that transfers from the greeting card to most anywhere on your face ... that only sparkles when the light hits it at juuuust the right angle.