Dear Diary
About that table thing... Mom moved it far away so I couldn't jump, so I started to whine and bark until she realised this is bad, so she moved it completely next to the table so I have an easy access to the table.
And yes it's where I sleep now. On. The. Table. Mom says she won't be using it anymore and she rather eats dinner standing up in the kitchen. Her choice.
I rock. Plus I have a new winter coat yaaay.
Yours,
Toby
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