Chili Palmer had had a good day. A couple of long walks in the park; sneered at a squirrel or two; couple of hours with a good marrow bone. And like most dogs, Chili Palmer was cursed (or blessed) with a short attention span and, frankly, he was a little bored.
Then, in a flash from the blue, it occurred to him . . . "Why not log in to my Spacelocker account and watch a few videos? Maybe even check out Basil the Spinone, one of my all-time favourite online stars. I like him even better than Marcello Mastroianni! After all, a good video is the only thing that makes my tail wag faster than barking at spiders. What could be better!"
He leapt up to his chair, but he had a bit of trouble with the keyboard. He always did. "Blast this laptop with those tiny keys! Who builds these things anyway," he muttered, "cats?"
Nontheless he persevered, because he knew that Spacelocker was always well worth the effort. Sometimes when you think too much about stuff it gets confusing. And before much longer, he'd logged in to spend a happy evening with Spacelocker, watching and sharing videos with two or three thousand of his best friends. You could too.
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