I’ve herd you got a new dog named Molly. As you see, I’m a dog. I don’t care if you don’t love me any more. Although it is king of stressing. I am moving away. To the farm and there I will train to be a sheep dog. I have the huge ability to read, write, and bark and most dogs don’t do that. See ‘ya.
“Allie! Its Bolt! I forgot to mention I can TALK!” I yelled. The bonus about the farm is bacon. Oh. I forgot to tell you. I’m Bolt. “This is stressing. I’m tired. But I can’t stop running! Its the bacon! Its too tempting!” I said just to myself. “All the dogs run away. I LOVE YOU BOLT!” Allie yelled. Or that’s what I thought she said. Before long my legs felt like jello. Thankfully I was at some mile away farm. It was the closest one I could find in the farm website I downloaded on my doggie pad. When the farmer saw me, I was not a sheep dog. He saw me liking the chicks. Okay! I do like chicks. You do have to admit, chicks do have everything. There yellow, cute, fuzzy, smart, (in a way) and yellow. Why not hang out with the cool kids. Wait, goats are kids. So where was I? Oh yes. So I was moving in with the chicks and oh man! I forgot to pack my lugage! Where would I potty?! Where would I do my art?! But I got used to it. Every now and then Allie would come over. I enjoyed hanging with the chicks and boy did I like Molly. Do I have anything else to tell you. Nope! guess I don’t. See ‘ya!