Boss say 'no' and 'bad dog' when I try sneakies into the foods place. No my fault. It him makin lots of lubberly smelly stuff in hot box that smell of fartz. Lass night, Boss gimme treat for being very good. Him say, "Hey boy. You wan treat?" Was my mother a bitch? Corse I wanna treet. Treets is good stuff and makes I much happys.
Boss call stuff Bifstoo. He make too much for him an Missy to eat, so me gets nice treets. Me lick foods up and down yard, cos you always miss a bit if you don't. It gorgeous, it mouth slobberingly wonderfull that beat dogfud into treeplace.
Boss better cook more soon, or he gonna have his boots gnawed.
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