My owners say you can order things on the internet. This is the internet right?
They’ve gone out to go do something called work. I don’t know what work is, I find sleeping in my basket too exhausting to do it away from home.
I’ve snuck onto the internet to place an order.
I’d like a new tennis ball, some more squeeky toys (I like the ones that look like squirrels) and some more of those cow flavoured chew sticks.
PS. Please deliver them directly to the back yard.