“Why do you have a face. You can’t be coming at me with a face”
“ old man grunt my body is full of bones… you can’t have any. I counted them and it’s like 200.*
“Why are you a dog”
“Why are you a little dog when you could’ve been a big dog”
And finally if no one upvotes this post I’m going to tell her shes a sausage. She became a sausage after my dad died because nobody walked her. She knows she a sausage she just doesn’t like being reminded.
But I’ll tell her she’s a sausage if I don’t get enough upvotes!
Bonus thing I say to my dog and it’s really out there:
Now, the behavior of Andrew Beckett’s employers may seem reasonable to you… but when they fired Andrew Beckett because he had AIDS, they broke the law.
Yeah. I’m kinda weird with my dog lol
Her face betrays her private thoughts, and they’re the most insanely inappropriate things I have ever heard. Not one iota of her semihomogenous, meaty dumptruck is even close to anything that could be considered an actual dog. Everyone in this thread is burdened for having suffered through it. I award her no pets, and may Dog have mercy on her soul.