By Matthew
Dear Daddy, Mummy, Molly, Lily and Matthew,
I am writing
for one reason only. I, a cuddly Airedale terrier, am writing this letter
because you do not let me eat human food. Would you like to be locked out of
your own kitchen? Do you lock me out on purpose? Well that’s what’s happening
to ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I personally
think you should let me eat the scraps off your plate because your food is
delicious. You get to eat cracking carrots, terrific turkey, marvellous mash
and finally beautiful beef. You also get lovely chicken and tatties while I get
minging stuff. Honestly, my food tastes like brains and rotting guts but you
are the royal people of the house and yours is 9 ZILLION times better than
mine!!
It would be
brilliant if I could sit at the table with my own knife and fork. If you let me
I would be more polite than Queen Elizabark. I wouldn’t slurp, or burp, or make
doggy noises, or jump on the table like a MAD
CHICKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So please,
please, please, please let me share your terrific breakfast, lunch, and
dinner!!!
Yours
sincerely,
Basil
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