That fox was here again. And the guide dog! No peace round here. I have to go upstairs onto my human’s very comfy bed to get away from all this riff raff. I have grown a white whisker among my black ones and I have white streaks running though my immaculate black fur. I have to keep my human busy brushing me to keep me looking handsome.
He was always was a handsome fella! He’s probably looking distinguished now.
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It was SO nice to see you again Stan! I hope you’ve got those foxes sorted!
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