Dad (The guy who found me) calls me Shit Head. It's because I use what he calls the family room to do my business in. . Gosh darn! I don't care what he calls my sand box but it's my room to do as I please. He should get a sand box room of his own. Dad is lucky that after all these years that I still let him live with me.
Well, I guess that l must keep him around a bit longer as he does such a swell good job of getting rid of my stinky droppings. Either he likes to do that kind of stuff or he thinks that I'm a God.
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