Is it my fault that my sitter has decorated her home with delicious furniture? Yes, I know a rhetorical question when I ask one.
Point is that I am tired of being treated like the villain here. Teeth are meant to slice into soft things, and if the sitter refuses to abide by my wishes and let me chomp on her limbs, you better believe that I am going to start chewing elsewhere.
These weedy tote things are awesome. Almost as good as the coffee table and dining room chairs. The sitter can try and stop me, but she has no idea who she is dealing with.
Wish me luck, world! Only 57 days to go.
Love, Gracie
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