I actually really enjoy this process.
Even though I pretend to dislike him, I really miss my gayish boyfriend.
I’m just sitting here, on my hind legs.
I inspire the Simpsons!
Someone hates her “bonnet.”
This is my waiting for ice creams face. And not of the white sneaker variety.
You know how they say that dogs end up looking like their owners?
There’s nothing fun about this hat. But I’m still soooooooo cuuuuuuuuute.
Sometimes, when my mum is acting kind of weird, late at night, and can’t sleep and lets me on the bed for reasons I still don’t understand, this happens.
(I’m soooooooooo cuuuuuuute. Don’t forget it.)