So I’m learning to love the snow. Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re gonna say. ‘That’s not what you said earlier.’ I may have jumped the gun. A bit.
A girl’s allowed to do that okay.
Only one problem: My furs gets soaked.
Tonight my person had the nerve to chuck me in the bath when we got home. Evil.
If there’s one thing I despise – and let’s face it, there isn’t much, my life is pretty cushy – it’s BATH TIME
Yeuuk! I can barely type the word.