Anyway a few weeks ago my mum, my dad (he’s pretty cool) and my human 7-year-old sister (I'm very careful round her, more on that later) ‘n’ I went on the RSPCA million paws walk here in Adelaide.
My mum got me from the animal refuge in Townsville, far north Queensland, when I was eight weeks old way back in 1998.
Oh my dog!
So many bums and smells and things, pure heaven.
Then a bath.
A great walk spoiled. Actually it wasn’t that bad. I got some cake, yay.
My mum wrote a poem about it (the whole thing, not the cake, although I thought the cake was poetry).
Whatever. I'm hungry just talkin' about it.
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