Ok, let's get one thing straight, I am NOT afraid of the doggie in the kitchen named Hoover. It's a mean old thing that growls when my mom plugs it's tail into the wall. It's got a LLOONNGG tail. Mom controls the doggie by holding onto it's tail & the handle at the top of it's back. I don't know why she keeps it. She has to walk it every evening & the only thing I've ever seen it eat are the fuzz balls & dirt in the floor. How gross. One of these days my Mom is gonna let go of his handle & his tail & he's gonna come after me. Well, watch out Hoover, Oreo's a cheetah in disguise (without the ugly orange fur). I'll run through the house really fast to get in my hiding spot & then, when you come by, I'll jump on your back & take you down like a zebra!