I am typing this fast. Mommy and Nana might be going to a city full of lights where they speak some funny language. Sally Ann said she will go to play school, but I will be going to Mans Best Friend; or, Dog Military School. I don't want to go. I don't want the dobermans growling at me, or the Mastiff's chewing on my tail. Oh what shall I do? If there are any ideas of ways to get out of DMS, please let me know. Mommy says it will teach me how to be a "man," but I don't want to be a man. I want to be Mommy's big boy.
Oh no, here comes Mommy. My computer privileges don't include posting my by self yet. My barkday is April 25th, so I'll be one; and, I can post my by self.
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