Oh dear
My furry friend, Bertie is a tad poorly. We went out and he ate grass and wanted to come home. He is curled up on his cushion at the moment.
Mind you he barked his head off at next door's cat, so Rascal, if you're reading this don't worry. If he's still poorly tomorrow, dad will whisk him to the vetinary.
Mind you he barked his head off at next door's cat, so Rascal, if you're reading this don't worry. If he's still poorly tomorrow, dad will whisk him to the vetinary.