yaaaawwwwnnn…Puppy #7 here, yea I’m the one with my head sticking up in the mound of canine carnage know as our kennel. Politically correct human speak for Prison. Look at these conditions, we’re stacked five deep in here, and all we have are these ribbons for … dare I say, collars, Oh the inhumanity…er incaninity of it all. And I swear Puppy #6 snuck out for Taco Bell because man I am smelling something that make anyone run for the border. Next time #6 just drop the Chulupa, OK. Time for some more sleeee….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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