Ariane Belongs in a Bucket
I recall… the last time I can remember seeing Ariane, the blonde human who drove the dented and mangled Toyota (a.k.a. Kitty Freightliner), was back in August when she put me in a wooden bucket out behind the house. That bucket is now filled with dead flowers that were scorched by the summer heat. Had it not been for my all knowing, caring, and compassionate master who pulled me from that bucket, that could’ve been me laying there dead in the bucket and not those flowers that are there for me to pee on now! It gives a little added meaning to pushing up daisies, huh. Oh where oh where could this Ariane chick have run off to?!
I recall… some good times with her. She was the one holding me up at Fountain Square, where I got to play statue in front of the fountain. She needs to come back down here and take me to the Woods. Until she does so, she should consider herself in the doghouse, hence you will note I have filed this entry under I recall and Doghouse.
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