Oh So Pretty
We’re Vacant.
Sport says “Low blow, food Lady.”
Bad enough I soil his dignity by dressing him up in hats, but calling him names is just over the line.
I should have more respect for my elder(ly dog). Alas, I do not.
Ha ha ha!
“Stupid hat! I hate this hat!”
“Uhhh … what’s on your head?”
“If you put that on my head again, I will kill you.”
“Ohwait … did you say ‘cookie?’ Oh … well … have I mentioned I adore you?”
Today’s bribery was brought to you by Twizzler ™
Donut tested … Donut approved.
Yes, my cat eats licorice.
“Moar pleeze.”
Mr. Sport tries being adorable to escape further hat trauma, but still looks concerned.
Whereas the Twizzler Twins are total keeners, and are just looking for more handouts.
No more Nibs makes Wootie sad :(
Tweed bravely faces the reality of a Nibless world.
Sport just pretends none of this has happened.
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