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people-puppy of her own if her offspring is now a grown-up people-dog!
You didn’t tell on me did you? No, of course not. But I can’t understand it… Mummy scolded me for getting onto the bed in the spare/etc/etc room. I told her that I was a good doggy and wouldn’t dream of getting onto the bed. [In actual fact—promise you won’t squeal on me like a CAT would—I didn’t get a chance to dream or even fall asleep because I’d only just settled comfortably when I had to jump off and get out of the room—I nearly got caught on the bed!] So then she said something about was it a lizard then? Oh, I was so offended that she would even consider I would let a lizard into the house! The question is—why would Mum even suspect I was on the bed.
I don’t get nearly enough treats. After my humans have their breakfast I get little kangaroo treats. I only get three of them. [I can count to three, Can you count that far?] So Daddy gave me three treats, oh there was an extra one this morning. Then Mummy gave me three treats and an extra one. Only three treats for breakfast! Mummy says 3 treats and an extra one and another 3 treats and an extra one make eight treats—but I think she’s tricking me. There’s really no such number as eight is there? Morning tea was worse—only Daddy gave me anything to eat and that was a tiny piece of Lamington [because he says chocolate is poison to dogs and he doesn’t want to make me sick] and half a Scotch Finger. He’s trying to trick me, too—chocolate is delicious not poisonous, and he only gives me half a Scotch Finger because they’re his fav bickie and he wants half for himself. Lunch was okay—pasta with a meat sauce. Mummy rinsed the tomato sauce off the cooked meat and picked out the mushrooms and onions because she says tomato and onions are poisons for dogs. I think she might be right about that, but she goes to a lot of trouble to make a sauce—what’s wrong with raw mince? Nothing I reckon. [You have to cook the pasta though—I don’t like hard crunchy pasta.] How much sleep do you get during the day? I think about eight or nine hours is okay—provided I’ve got at least nine hours at night. I take my mummy for a walk just about every day—but some days she just refuses and though I try, I just can’t make her change her mind. Do you take your mum for walks? I’m not allowed on the beds—isn’t that mean! Are you allowed to lie on the furniture? [I’ll tell you a secret. Please don’t tell on me, but sometimes I sneak onto the bed in the office/studio/TV room/play room/spare bedroom/computer room. But I can only do that when Mummy’s not there and has forgotten to shut the door.]
Dear Ms Funky Friends Factory, Please help me. Did you know dogs aren’t allowed at school? I want Mum to make a stuffed toy to take my place—then it could report back to me on what happens. Mum showed me a picture on your website of a dog something like me—but it’s a puppy and I’m a grown-up senior man dog and Mum said no anyway because it has jointed legs. So can you make a pattern for Mum so she can make one like me and one like Snap [a dingo] and one like a Kelpie? Just so long as she makes one of me. The others don’t matter [but don’t let Mum know I wrote that]. I’m sending you some pictures. The best one is of me with my mates from Myall Creek. The others are of my mates with people-puppies at Bingara Central School. I had to stay home with Dad. I tell you IT'S NOT FAIR !!!! |
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