Hi everyone (especially Bozo), this is Lindy. I want to tell you how mean my people are to me. When my dad takes me for a walk now, I have to wear my harness so he can clip the leash to it, so he has "better control" just because I can't see as well as I used to. And I have to wear my collar all the time (yes, all the time!) because it has my ID (I think that stands for I'm Dog) and my dog licence on it.
And usually, when there's snow, I have to wear my new boots. I didn't mind the old boots, but there's something I just don't like about the new ones. The smell, maybe? But the old ones got holes in them, after only four years, and I think they might have been thrown away.
Isn't that mean? I just thought I'd tell you, in case you meet us, so you'll know who the mean ones are, and it's not me.
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