My name is Dough. That’s right, I’m named after money. I personally think I got the name because I bear a vague resemblance to the Pillsbury Doughboy.
I’m the reject of the family because I am gravitationally challenged. You see, in my family, that’s not okay. That pretty boy, Bo, gets all the attention. He gets to ride in Air Force One while I have to hide in the butler’s pantry.
I am fed up, literally and figuratively, so I am going to out my bosses. Ask me anything and I will answer anything that’s not arfidential (dogspeak for confidential). Aarful stuff will be shared though. Just ask. If you don’t ask, I’ll volunteer information anyway.