deelight

Dearest diary, I had such a lavely time in this stroller. My dearly beloved mather and father rescued it and cleaned it up and made it so comfy. I walked through Santrel Park and then got in to be pushed down 5th Avenue past every fancy store on the planet. I lave USA! I went to Saks—all while laying aboot in my stroller. I stared at babies in strollers and babies stared at me. They are too silly. Babies don't belong in stollers. I have the best mather ever. She pushed and pushed and pushed me everywehre all day. Then they left my stroller on the street and I walked home. Fother felt ashamed. I felt proud. Mather felt wanderful. They said the wheels don't work and it hurt my brave mather shoulder. Fother said he felt too insecure and embarrassed to  push a dog stroller. He is not brave like my sweet, wanderful, best ever mather. They are looking for a new one for me to go shopping in. Lave, Biten