Dear worrier
I'm still a good boy aren't I? I listened to you talking to tommy today when you picked out his feet. You kept telling him he was a good boy. Well I'm a good boy too! I let you pick my tootsies out lovely didn't I?
It made me sad when you took him out in the box, can I go out for a play soon? I enjoyed my little hack with Zoe though. The weather needs to cheer up though.
Love frank
Xx
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