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Ralph looked through the wire, he saw what he hated most. The bloody Yorkies running round like they owned the place. He and his mate Fluffhead were forever confined to the cage and it just wasn’t fair, no siree it wasn’t. No amount of sucking up to the owner made the slightest difference. She loved the Yorkies more than she loved him.
Ralph’s blood would boil when he saw her taking the little fluffballs on a walk, her hands holding their leads her attention solely focused on the little rodents as Ralph thought of them.
He could be a lovable, cuddly and playful as any little brown ball of fur.
He had a plan, a very cunning plan. That night the Yorkies would find themselves in the midst of a doggy nightmare and he would be the king of the yard. Ralph chuckled a doggy chuckle as he thought of the owner the next morning awakening to his smiling dial.