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IT’S A DOG’S LIFE
My Life is Nothing but Shame & Humiliation
And Mme Macdonald is entirely to blame
Bonjour a tous, c’est moi, Fred, le chien. The last time you heard from me was when I felt it necessary to offer a common sense — i.e. male — perspective on why Mme Macdonald backed her car into a ditch, with me trapped in the back. Frankly, nothing about the incident made a shred of sense — but she’s female, what more can I say?
While that was infuriating enough, she’s now subjected me to yet another unpleasant and utterly stupid experience. Her teeny tiny female brain decided that I needed . . . wait for it. Grooming.
Talk about the pot calling the kettle black, Mme Macdonald, whose cheveux frequently resembles a hairy canine caught in a windstorm, is absolutely the last person to suggest anyone, other than herself, needs grooming, but she has a strong hypocritical streak. Just ask M.Pierre who has to listen to her nonsensical chatter.