Bob here
Do you know what today is? It's my birthday. I am very upset. No cake for me, no carrots either. No prezzies. What a disgrace. Can you believe I'm 17 human years old? I know, I know, I know, I don't look it. My handsome good looks belie my age. Good genes human says.
Human did let me have first pick of the new grass. I'm feeling pretty good so I let the interloper have some too. He's not so bad. He knows his place so that's something in his favour.
Tomorrow human says we can go for a wee plod. I'll hold you to that human.
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