I can’t piece this together at all, at all. Present in the house was Puddles and I. Puddles is Jill Y’s dog. I had the money to buy Jill Y’s shoes. Puddles disappeared. The money disappeared. Now I have no money and no Puddles! Any ideas on what is wrong with my world are massively appreciated:
This looks like a real dog day afternoon.
The mystery will dog you for a long time.
No doubt I’ll be hounded!
ATMs are out for those without fingers. P is sharp.
I should hope so. He gets fed Better than I do!
I guess he would be insulted if you called him a cat burglar?
He wouldn’t mind but Jill Y might have something to say about it!