I can't believe it. I move from the shelter to this joint where I have my own private deck (good for nude sunbathing) overlooking a lake that is smack full of ducks and other critters. I have a nice bed, but I really need to convince them, my humans, to get me some type of proper lounge for my quality time on the deck. After all - you have to be comfortable when you survey your surroundings.Speaking of the humans, there names are Mike and Marilyn, however, for some reason a lot of their friends call them the Big Ragu and Little Marinara. It has something to do with food and thats Ok with me. I have been trying to figure out how to open the gate on the deck that lets me down to the lake. It's a bitch not having thumbs.
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