The day I got my pets... They think it's the other way around, but what do they know?
Hello, everyone! I am happy to inform you that my attorneys at Kibble, Rawhide, & Associates have successfully gotten me out of my confidentiality agreement with Howard, the penguin that subleases my freezer. Apparently, Mr. Popper kicked him out of his home because he was battling an addiction to hot pockets. He had since gotten “clean,” however the abundance of hot pockets here sent him over the edge. My poor pets have had to give up one of their favorite, yet extremely unhealthy foods just to help Howard out. But the addiction is only the beginning of his troubled story… I received a phone call in the middle of the night and had to pick Howard up from penguin jail. He broke into Chloe the Corgi’s house (you know, the pup in our apartment complex that I’m completely in love with) and attempted to eat her hot pockets. The car ride home was not pretty–his beak was still covered in tomato sauce from the meatball and mozarella hotpockets. Now, it is still unknown whether or not anything happened between the two. I clearly cannot trust him at this time, however I haven’t given up on him yet. He’s a good guy and I am thinking about starting a penguin rehabilitation center to help all hot pocket-addicted penguins. I’ll send Howard your well wishes as he recovers, but he probably won’t be too happy that I shared this with you all. I, on the other hand, am doing particularly well. My pets have been very good to me lately and I have been making an effort to behave better! I also found a really neat website that I wanted to share with you: www.citizencanine.co.uk
Last Easter with Uncle Skippy.
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