Sometimes I wonder if the relentless slobbers which flow freely and continuously from the sloppy jowls of Mango have turned our estate into a toxic wasteland.
Yours truly often goes most of the day with nary a sip of water due to my aversion to consuming said slobbers even in trace amounts.
Once a stuffie has spent any amount of time with jaws of doom....
Even repeated journeys through the washing machine cannot restore it to its original luster.
Momma is quite cavalier regarding the splatters of miasmic goo that are constantly dropped onto my labrafurs. One endeavors to maintain a brave facade.
|Please, momma, can you remove that vile blob from my labrabottom?|
But surly she could show mercy and relieve me of my burdens before they burn through my precious labraskull causing who knows what sorts of rot that will no doubt eventually consume my grey matter and render it as mushy as that of the simple minded creature himself.
|Get it off me! I'm begging you.|