I am worried, my kennel is flat, my bed is refloofed and washed and I watched them put my food into little plastic bags. They keep on looking at me and saying that it will be okay.
I didn't even want to eat my apple this morning.
I hope they still love me.
e.dd
A blog by a basset hound named Ernest puppy who is making the lives of two people in Seattle very happy and one day hopes to run for public office.
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