I love my daddy. I really do, but Daddy is so mean to me. I forgot to tell you about this, so I'm taking paw to keyboard to tell you why.
A couple of days ago, Mommy got a chicken costume in the mail. It's nothing like my squeaky chicken. I hate this costume. Daddy is so mean to me. Look, we need to get one thing straight here. I leave my stuff all over the house so any room I go into, I have something to do. Daddy - dumb butt - likes to take my stuff from me. He put on that GIANT chicken foot over his feetsies and he tried to TAKE MY ROCK!
SIGH!!!!!!
I kept barking at him and trying to get my rock back, but he keeps letting that big chicken foot take it. This really upsets me and I try to explain to Daddy that the rock is mine (read: Belongs to me. My personal property. Mine. Not yours. Mine.), but Daddy doesn't understand this. Instead, I'm forced to deal with the chicken foot.
Screw you Daddy. I want my rock back. Mine.
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