Dear reader,
The food lady is a failure. She is out of chewies which means I am out of chewies. She say's she'll get new chewies on Friday, not to worry. Does she know its only Thursday now? Apparently not.....
The food lady bought me a snuggy. I hate that snuggy. I'm working on eating the arms off. That'll show the food lady, no chewies for twenty four hours. I think she must have been dropped on her bed head as a baby.
Huck, welcome to the family.
Good day; I must now chew off my own arms.
Rowdy
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