<div dir="ltr"><div>Wow we gots a new sperience lass night! We see if it happen again. </div>
<div>Lass night MomPerson up late. She on dat talky machine wif someone. She locky da doors (you wuld fink with Uncle Cooper Sir here she leeb everthin open. I meen who gone come in wif he here? Ha Ha it might be kinder fun ta wastch. You nose somebody backin in a winnder an Uncle Cooper Sir dere to greet he? Bwaaaahahahahahahahah....Oh, sorry.</div>
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<div>So enyways MomPerson locks it up an puts her jammies on and I sleepin on da couch and Llewis on a pillow an Gramps in a chair and Cooper sire in da odder chair and what happens? MomPerson invites me offa da couch, which I do, bein a good boy (ummmm) and SHE GO TO BED! (She sleep on da couch so she can here we in da night) I mean, you get it? NO CRATES!!! We sleepin out like da big dogs!</div>
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<div>Boy, send good vibes dat she not juss forgit to put we in we crates an she mebbe gonna treet we like Big Boys now! </div>
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<div>Drool to Everyone what needs it, Spanky and everbuddy, hugs to Auntie Debbie an sweet snooters to Casey</div></div>