Feliz cumpleaños, Fred! That's happy birthday, Spanish gentleman style.
Hello cariña Holly! I get to go to pubs too, but I am not fisticated.
Vale, I actually don't know what fisticated means, but I know I am not that.
Foster Lady used to be so strict: "Carbon, you must lay on the floor", "Carbon, you don't eat in pubs". Then in December after she was sick and I took such good care of her, she let me sit on the bench next to her. And then -
que rico, how delicious! - she shared some food. So now I am a real pub dog like the rest of you!
Next I will work on having my own plate. It is only fair,
no?