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If my dog were to throw a dinner party she'd ask me my mother to help set it up, seeing as she doesn't have thumbs and is much to small to reach the eesential items. She'd call up her buddies like Beccah and my dad, though she'd ask him not to bring Zachery. That'd be about it, she doesn't so much like dogs, or my brother's friends. She'd cut up the finest carrots, pop some popcorn, and pull out bowls for some delicious ice cream. When everyone arrived, she'd eat along, and be the first one done. She'd wait impatiently for everyone to leave and then curl up in my arms while my mom cleaned up.
That's how my dog's dinner party would go if she were to ever throw one.
Bone Appetite.
That's how my dog's dinner party would go if she were to ever throw one.
Bone Appetite.