I had a long talk with mama today on our morning patrol. It's not okay that she doesn't update my blog. Because I am a quadruped and I don't have opposible thumbs, I rely on her to communicate with my constituents. And I have an important message that has not been delivered yet....
Glencoe Ave is now my kingdom. that's right people. I have decided I want to be the King as well as the Mayor of Glencoe Ave. I swear that I will be a benevolent monarch. But I like that, with my royal title, I can do things like knight people and make ladies wear jaunty hats. We can have big parties that feature lots of smoked meats (yummmm meat) and no vegitables. I mean the real british peoples don't eat their veggies, so why should I? BLECH. Veggies are for loooooosers and I am not a loser. I'm a special boy. Mama says so.
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