i love my person, and she loves me-- even though i sometimes put my muzzle inside of her mouth while she is sleeping.
she says it's disgusting, but i like it....
anyway. i told mp tonight that she is a lucky bitch.
ever since she got rid of the garbage in her life, the good things haven't stopped happening.
every opportunity she could have possibly hope for has come to her...
and she is thankful.
i'm thankful, too, because my gourmet cookie bar addiction isn't cheap.
my birfday is tomorrow. just like i thought, bitch has a date (why do the potentials keep doing it to themselves?), but she promised to bring me something very special.
what? i admit it; i can be bought.
