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Greetings Humans,

I am the Leader of this Human clan and I am called Fenway by the human standard of speaking.

I have encoded messages for my fellow canines so as to not impose on these weird and belligerent humans, they seem unusual but provide the sustenance we need to thrive. They call these things 'treat' and some are very good, I personally like the one labeled 'Blue' it is flavored many ways but my favorite is the flavor 'Duck'.

I am given things called 'toys' and when chewing them some break apart easily. When they do the humans remove the pieces and give me a new one. I am not sure but I think this may be a way of testing my chewing ability as well as perseverance. I have come to the conclusion it is best to post my findings here for other canines to compare notes. These postings will be called reviews and will be about the toys and foods I interact with, hopefully, you will find these reviews helpful and informative as I am not paid or offered anything for my efforts.

Furthermore, I cannot comment on training techniques as my humans are clueless as to what I need, despite me constantly informing them. I have barked, growled, nudged, and even tried grasping hands and pulling them just to go outdoors. This unresponsive behavior may be a clear case of ignorance of natural canine language on their part - which makes me wonder how they think they are superior to us. I will continue to update you on my progress, for now, I must go there is a mailman at the door and he must be disciplined on getting this close to my dwelling. Farewell for now my fellow canines and don't forget to follow us here so we can pass those reviews on to you.

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