You will bring me bones from the butcher. And rawhides. Footlong rawhides, none of that baby stuff. You will take me for long walks and let me chase squirrels, eat goose poop; and rub my belly. When I count to three you will forget this conversation. 1,2,3...Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Look into my eyes...you CANNOT resist me.
You will bring me bones from the butcher. And rawhides. Footlong rawhides, none of that baby stuff. You will take me for long walks and let me chase squirrels, eat goose poop; and rub my belly. When I count to three you will forget this conversation. 1,2,3...
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