So, the old guy he's teasing me with a piece of fat off the juicy steak the old lady's cooking. He makes me jump and jump until his arm gets tired. Then I get my little piece of fat. They, on the other hand, don't have to do ANY jumping for their juicy steaks.
I lead a dog's life, I'm telling you. Please hurry home. I miss you.
Love,
Turbo
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