Well, I supose I had better start this blogging lark now the servant has sorted things out.
I'll start at the beginning...
I was born, I lived in a garden, blah, blah, blah (I knew I should have copied the first 5 chapters of Black Beauty) and somehow ended up at Wiccaweys BORDER COLLIE Rescue and INCIDENTALLY - who the fuck thought I looked like a Border Collie when I was moving home? I know that my previous humans pre Wiccaweys treated me like the DIva that I am, but Jeez, has no one ever heard of the ILPH or Redwings? A fucking DOG rescue for Chrissake! Delusional morons - since when did I look like a dog? And while we're on the subject of dogs, can someone tell that little shit ASBO Glen that the next time that little bastard does a fly-by my back hooves, he'll be flying to fucking Australia, not pigging Cardiff Bay! Anyway, I ended up at Wiccaweys and I'm going to continue this tomorrow because the new slave has my food. Mmmmm fooood...
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