Poorly Boss

Me keepin' clear of Boss cos him smell funny. Sort of funnier than usual. He bit poorly so go to Humna Vets and come back wiv pill. Boss look at pill, poke it, look at me an say "What you fink boy?" I slunk off to my box. No good gettin near Boss when he in funny mood, an' I ain't larfin.

Boss take pill and wait. He say, "This ain't so bad." Harf hour later all I can hear is grumble, grumble from Bosses tum, an he slink off to throne of smells in the Humna gettin wet room. Lots of 'phrp!' an' other horrible grunty noises I could hear even in my box. Him stuck in there for hours. He was late with my walkies and everything. I did take a sniff later, but it was orrible. I wouldn't have left a cat in there.

This not good enuff. The service in this here doghouse has gone right downhill. Maybe if I suck up to Missy, she be better at feedin me reglar.