“Yesterday I was a dog. Today I’m a dog. Tomorrow I’ll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There’s so little hope for advancement.”

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The two ones woke yesterday morning little realising that their lives would change forever later that day.  Their opportunity for offspring was to be cruelly taken from them by their evil master, Wooth, wife of Brown Dogg, her benevolent husband.

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