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большой привет моему русскому и украинскому друзьям

A BIG welcome to Noggski's Doggski's Blogski to all my Russian and Ukrainian friends.

My uncle tells me that the Dog's Blog is followed all over the world, from the USA (we used to own that) to Canada (we used to own that too) and of course Australia (ditto).

But blow me - turns out that I've got lots of chums in Russia, AND Ukraine too. I'd say I've got more friends in Russia than Donald Trump - allegedly. However unlike old comb-over face; there's cast iron proof of my connections. I might send him a tweet about that.

Apologies for the lack of swearing in this post. It's just that now I know the Russians are watching me I have to be careful what I say. NOT that there's been ANY hint of interference or tampering with the blog. However, can I just say how much I love President Putin!

If I step out of line or say the wrong thing - I might get taken out. And when I say - "get taken out" - I don't mean for a walk round Jacob Smith's Park for a quick wee and a shit - if you catch my drift.

*** By the way - here's a picture of my new best buddy, Sikorsky from Volgograd.



PS: I haven't forgotten about Thomas Bell of Brigg of course.

Mind you, the tight bastards haven't sent me any pigs ears in ages. I'll probably get inundated with Russian vodka now.

Woofski !

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