I libs in a place where it snows lots dis time ob year. Da cold snow on my pawseees coz me dissstress but I twy to tell da owner/mistress/human-in-charge "No boots, me do not like boots" but she put dem boots on me anyways n I wun in circulars twying to get away from da boots but they be followin me where evers I go. Gracie why do da human in charge torture me dis way? Shall I gnarl and show my teef next times arounds? Shall I show her hoos boss in dis house? Or do I need to lib in da disgwace and humility of wed bootsies on my footsies?
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor you. I believe a pity party may be in order. Let's all count to three. One. Two. Three. Ahhhhhhhhhhh
Live in my
|My mom, trying to lure me into the bathroom with her. |
Ain't. Gonna. Happen.