Virtual puppy love

So now and I've gone and adopted a puppy on Facebook, given it a name and everything. Picked its colour, shape and size and whatnot and now it's giving me grief.

If I don't log on every day to feed and water it, it wilts and dies. Not only that, I have Facebook, er, friends, emailing me and poking me that my puppy's not well. What's a girl to do? There's too much emotion involved, it's virtual blackmail. I wish I'd never started with the blinkin' thing now.

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Steve said…
Can't you give it a virtual lethal injection. Or take it to the virtual dog pound?
8:18 AM
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