Yeah, I know about swearing. It's supposedly the things humans consider taboo so they don't like to mention it. Doesn't mean I understand it, though. Why is pooping on that list? And I'll never know why "bitch" can refer to females like Skye but at the same time be an insult for ladies. What the fuck? See, there's another one. Why do these words seem to have double meanings?

Yup, you just heard me swear. Don't look so surprised. I'm not as innocent as I look. In fact, I'm probably the only one in PAW Patrol, with the exception of Ryder, who knows about these things. It's because I've been with Ryder the longest, and he's a bit of a potty mouth as well. As more pups were recruited Ryder's cut down on the swearing though. Of course, there's also less things that get him annoyed, so he doesn't have to watch his language as much.

I guess it all started back when the lookout was being built. There were metal beams and concrete pillars and wooden planks everywhere, and Ryder was trying to survey the whole situation, making sure the contractors built the tower properly, you know? (By the way, if you ever build a lookout, remember to have a door that doesn't require electricity to open.) So there I was chewing on a bone that one of the contractors gave me, right under Ryder, who was standing a good 5 feet above me on a suspended beam. "Okay, now make sure you leave a space around the tower. I want a spinning platform surrounding it and it's gotta have enough space." So the contractors get to work, the beam Ryder's standing on starts to move, he loses his balance and falls right on top of me.

"Ow…fuck." I heard Ryder whisper under his breath, not knowing he was sitting on me. I decide to give him a hint by giving him a few licks. At first he was confused, thinking he's sitting on a wet patch of grass or something, but he got up and saw me squashed like a pancake. "Oh dear, sorry Marshall. You okay?"

"Fuck." Was my only reply, sweeping off dirt from my other paws.

"Marshall, where did you learn that?"

"You. You just said it."

"Oh…bugger."

"Aren't you going to say 'fuck' again?"

"Uh, look, Marshall, can you not say that word?"

"Why? You did."

"Okay, I'm sorry I said that, alright? Can you please stop using it?"

"Tell me."

"Huh? "

"Tell me what it means, and why I shouldn't say it. Otherwise it's going into my vocabulary. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…"

"Jesus, Marshall! Fine, I'll tell you."

So that was how I learned a whole bunch of swears. I try not to swear too much in front of the other pups, but sometimes when I'm along with Ryder, I like to let them fly. Just to piss him off a little.