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If they don’t move the fucking boxes, I’ll make them into my thrones.
The other day, I chewed through my leash three times, and tried to make a run for it in the park. As a result, almost got eaten by a mastiff. I was like, whatever bitch, I don’t care if you’re bigger than me, I’ll bite you in the balls.
The last time, my leash broke for good, so Brie had to pull the lace from Caleb’s hoodie, and lead me around like that. Fortunately I only weigh five fucking pounds.
Didn’t stop either me or Brie from posing for videos. Don’t hate me cause I’m skinny enough for a shoelace.
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Sometimes I do touristy things like go see the Statue of Liberty, and shit. On the Statue of Liberty.
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We were in the park on Saturday, and I told my Mommy: “Bitch, you better let me off the leash, or I’m gonna bite that purple toe nail right off your nasty foot.”