I've been in the Doghouse all weekend - it wasn't my fault - I just couldn't hold in the excitement!
So I've been in the garage, solitary confinement basically, & just chunks and water - I didn't get to sample any jungle delicacies, whatever they may have been . . .
And today Pa's taking me to the Pet Parlour for a 'once-over' - what the hell is a that?! I'm shaking and sweating just thinking about it. I hope it's not some humanoid-weirdo ritual. I might play dead when he comes for me . . . then again maybe not or I'll end up in the surgery with the Persil fella. I can't bloody win really & it really wasn't my fault in the first place - it never is apparently!
Hope to see u soon . . . Simon Gotobed, Worried Old English fella, xx.
