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yo. what the fuck is up? i got my bed back i got my bed back. all the treat people in the house keep moving the dog beds all over the house. the new treat lady lisa....she smokes things out of a big pipe. only i doesn't smell like what momma treatlady smokes. it smells like an animal i would like to roll in. anyway my treat lady gave skunklady the other big dog bed that was for houseguests cause her dog bed didn't come in time. sos i had to sleep on that thing my treat lady calls a "dog bed" whatever that is. alls i know is i only get on that thing and lick my wiener. and when i try to do butt diving.
so yeah there was a person with boy smells staying at the house. he let me go outside and pee a lot which was really nice and one day it was so nice outside i got to sunbathe outside. i love sunbathing, i stretch my legs out and just chiz-ill. sometimes when i stretch too hard i toot.
well. auntie mara, that wicked scary lady abbe and boysmellboy and treatlady took me to the park.
dudes. the squirrels are motherfucking out. i showed boysmellboy my skills. i was all like "look, see that squirrel? i see it. watch it, im telling it in my brain to run up in the tree right to the spot that i cant jump to and then watch im gonna jump and bark for it to come down and watch it wont." they think that i dot know how to catch one. im just being humane. you know playing the game.
when its warm things smell good and all this poop and trash comes out of the white dirt that melts and makes puddles. people that walk me are like "dude, cmon lets go."
can someone please explain to people that i must inspect everything? and do we need to go over my "what the fuck is this theory?" again i will explain cause apparently people dont get it.
me: "what's this i see/smell/lick?"
it: "i don't know what i am please pee on me."
me: pee on "it".
it: "thanks wiggah!"
me" what's this i see/smell/lick?"
it: "its your manly pee mr.romantic."
me: "cool. does it taste good?"
see. its not that hard to understand. i mean, who am i to deny something to be peed on. really. just wait a minute if you walk me. and for serious you really need to tell treatlady that she needs to stop saying good job every time i poop. i mean if did that to all the people that live for me with me i would lose my voice. speaking of voices. something is talking under the couch and i hear a siren.
pussy of the day
so yeah there was a person with boy smells staying at the house. he let me go outside and pee a lot which was really nice and one day it was so nice outside i got to sunbathe outside. i love sunbathing, i stretch my legs out and just chiz-ill. sometimes when i stretch too hard i toot.
well. auntie mara, that wicked scary lady abbe and boysmellboy and treatlady took me to the park.
dudes. the squirrels are motherfucking out. i showed boysmellboy my skills. i was all like "look, see that squirrel? i see it. watch it, im telling it in my brain to run up in the tree right to the spot that i cant jump to and then watch im gonna jump and bark for it to come down and watch it wont." they think that i dot know how to catch one. im just being humane. you know playing the game.
when its warm things smell good and all this poop and trash comes out of the white dirt that melts and makes puddles. people that walk me are like "dude, cmon lets go."
can someone please explain to people that i must inspect everything? and do we need to go over my "what the fuck is this theory?" again i will explain cause apparently people dont get it.
me: "what's this i see/smell/lick?"
it: "i don't know what i am please pee on me."
me: pee on "it".
it: "thanks wiggah!"
me" what's this i see/smell/lick?"
it: "its your manly pee mr.romantic."
me: "cool. does it taste good?"
see. its not that hard to understand. i mean, who am i to deny something to be peed on. really. just wait a minute if you walk me. and for serious you really need to tell treatlady that she needs to stop saying good job every time i poop. i mean if did that to all the people that live for me with me i would lose my voice. speaking of voices. something is talking under the couch and i hear a siren.
pussy of the day