Helup! I have been leaking! There was red stuff everywhere! I had to trog miles home with Dad and that Fanged One plastered in the stuff, Dad was worried I might empty out completely all over the mountain! Not sure what happens if you run out of red stuff, but it's probably not much fun.
When we got home I took a ride in the car with Mum and we visited the horrid place where this lady came at me with these buzzy things to try and shave me! How does that help? And then there was a sharp thing that went into my neck, which to be honest did make me feel a bit better. I still screamed like a girl though.
Despite having covered myself fantastically in the red stuff (again) apparently it "wasn't that bad" and I didn't have to go through the trauma of being sewn up. That's happened before and man it sucks! Not sure quite what happened, I only asked Ole Big Ears for his stick. I thought I was being polite, but he didn't want to give it up and got shirty! Mum says I must learn not to take his stuff, and that I need to "read his body language better". Sounds like silly hippy stuff to me.
I boing! I am defined by my boinginess! Ole Big Ears is just going to have to put up with it.
p.s. today I have stolen one cardigan, a toilet roll, some gloves and a flat cap.
A sad affair in cocker service provision
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