 Yup...
I'm a wethcue too. The lady that had me wathn't thposed to be havin' any more puppieth. The couldn't take care a uth. The was kinda thick in her brainth. The was..I think Mom called her a..Horner..or Horber...maybe Hoarder...anyway. I wived in a lil' cage onna top of a lot of udder cages. I din't know what it wath like to thee the thun.
The lady that had me was weely old. Mom called her to thee if the needed help with uth. Mom came out to thee me and thtarted crwying. The lady thaid that I nearly died durin' the night. Mom took me wight away. The left and called the ABCD, or MNOP...thum kinda letterth. She tol' them that there wath lotha dogth and that we were all dirty and thtuff. My thithter even was thleepin' and didn't ever wake up.
Anyway, Mom thaid that there is a 'vestigation or thumpin. The doesn't talk 'bout it too much.
But I'm good now.
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