Cheryl is still in bed and I begining to think she's agrophobic. It's all playing havoc with my social life because
I've not been out for a walk for ages. I've tried to communicate with other dogs on the Internet but you can never be sure if you are taling to real dogs or adults pretending to be dogs.
Despite being bed-ridden Chery has been busy taling to the papers, apparently she is already thinking about looking for a new bloke. She says she wants a fat bloke. I don't like the sound of that. Will a fat bloke take be for walks? Will a fat bloke leave me any scraps from the Sunday dinner? What would happen if I'm having a nap on Cheryls bed and a fatty jumps on the bed and flattens me?
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