His Number May be Up

I am abandonned yesterday for three hours with nothing but water, a bully stick and Everlasting Fun Ball, which gets jammed under a chair within minutes.  By the time she gets back and I get some service, the treats are slightly dried out and I’m in line for TJ from digging fatigue. 

Every day I have sightings of Rock Cat, who lives dangerously.  These advances help me ever refine my triangulation.  I dream at night of the impending excellent fauna crunch simultaneous to her flipping her coffee from my power lunge.  I love being me.

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