I romps briefly with Gretchen, then makes sure she no comes home with us

A few days ago I has gone to the farm and seen - of course you knows who - it is Gretchen, the freakishly long-legged doxador. This is how our meeting went:

Well hello there Gretchen, let me see if you still has the same smell.

Yes you does - and still I no likes it!

Of course I still smells the same, why you think I doesn't?

I is too dignified for chasings, please leave me alone.

Ok, fine - if you insists...

Sorry Gretchen, but it is time we goes our separate ways.

This is how it should look: me, with no Gretchen.