Apparently not a fan of rodents.
My old dog Ginger from when I was a kid. Had a good play with her in a dream last night and had to chase her a bit when she got out the gate. She was a good dog
“Why do those bastards keep putting that thing on me? WTF is so funny?”
Well, better than actually using them as mops. You gotta admit, they’d make great mops.
Yep. When Bobby comjes home from a walk in taida, I brush half a forest off his hair.
Will that be cash or credit, sir?