I'm home now, under lock and key. The she-slave says I had TOO much fun on my travels and need to be closely monitored -- hmmm, I'm not sure I like the sound of that. But today, my hooman read to me from the Daily Drool about the loss of yet another of my waddling furends, Sir Boxer. Today, I mourn... and remember.
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True royalty who reigned supreme.