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Dear Cleopatra Prada. Definitely not. Hi Cleopatra Prada. No. Hi Cleopatra Prada, it's Toffy. OMD! What has happened to my super smart brain? It was working fine before I met Cleopatra Prada yesterday! But now it seemed to be on strike. So I closed my pawPad. What was the point? No words were popping that were of any use. But wait. What was that? A new idea in my head. My super-smart brain was clearly not completely on strike. A gift — that's genius! The right gift, I was

My garden pawty today was truly spectacular. With a birthday surprise I could never have imagined. Mama said it would be special! She didn’t disappoint. But then she never does. My day started with a VIP grooming. I hate to admit it was worth all the discomfort because when it was finally over, I felt more handsome than usual, maybe even stylishly GQ-ish, having chosen my blue polka-dot bow tie as my outfit of choice. I found out en route that my pawty was being hosted at M

I woke up this morning expecting only one thought in my head. But I immediately noticed there were definitely two. The thought about my birthday is what I expected. I'm eight today, and Mama's arranged a big garden pawty. I hope I don't have to pose for more than ten photos before I can have all my cake and get all my presents. The thought I could never have expected was about a dream that kept me busy all night. I was in charge. Making all the rules. And making the impossibl