Today I was in the park, Victoria Park E9 to be precise. There seemed to be a dearth of decent pooches to amuse me. There was a pug, or as I like to call them a pugly, and it just couldn't control itself - whining like a little pig at every passing dog or bitch. Get a grip I say, it's just not on. I mean I know that I like the occasional whimper or bark but I have class, you know what I mean, I am a very attractive boy and I think that anyone would be barking mad not to think me the sweetest thing they'd seen. Little do they know that beneath the teddy bear exterior hides a killer. I nearly got myself another bird last night, a pigeon on Mare Street, took me back to the good old days of Christmas 2006 when I killed that cocky pheasant. Bloodlust consumes my waking hours, need to kill more... a nice cat would do just fine, I can't stand them, the arrogant b*ggers, they think that they are better than me.... ha! how wrong they are... they're no worse than squirells or tree climbing rats as I like to call them. Anyway, I am just about to have a nice kip on my masters bed, lucky she has dark covers coz I'm permanently malting and the hairs don't seem to show up so bad! Ho ho, human s are so thick... I love them!
Woof Bow for now
Proper Poser
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