Sometimes I wage war. On cavities. Armed with poultry flavored toothpaste.
we are negotiating the terms of his cooperation. unfortunately this treaty is forgotten as soon as the toothpaste is gone.
Since he can’t give his John Hancock, a firm (paw) shake will have to do.
He loves that toothpaste.
My word of honor that I’m not choking him. I’m just trying to rescue the poor toothbrush from Mowgli’s jaws of death. He’s already eaten (eaten, not chewed) up half a toothbrush. -.-
I concede defeat. Now he is simply chewing to his heart’s content.
My little blur.
Look what arrived in the mail today! My new Creative Recs. But I can already tell they’re going to hurt. Time to break ’em in. Who wants to go dancing?
p.s. who can spot my Harry Potter trunk in the back? <3