WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 5
Out on my walk just now a man stopped me, said 'You're a nice fella, aren't you?' and asked my name.
'She's Tilly-Mint and she's a girl,' said Monica, all sniffy, as if the poor man was meant to know. It's because of the macho studded collar she's put around my neck. Honestly, why can't she give me a pretty pink frilly one, then nobody would be confused about my gender.
The studded collar was originally for Ronnie, the English Bull Terrier who used to be my brother, but it wasn't big enough for him. So I got it instead.
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