Precious Peeps it’s me your very own positive Pitty here to project you over the humpty with my very own piece of priceless philosophy.
Each morning before Granny comes to release me like Rapunzel from the chamber I share with Dad I know she and the stinking Gizz are up to no good.
I can smell the breakfast and hear the crunch of milk bones and yet they pretend that I’m the lucky one to be given a bowl of kibble.
Now any lesser mortal than me may protest at this injustice but here’s the thing.
To live a happy and joyful life like me you have to accept that even the finest fare is tasteless if you don’t eat it with thanks.
So dear reader don’t be jelly if you see someone having a farm f wsh egg sandwich stick you nose deep into your crunchies and crack on with your day in a happy way!!!
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