Check it out. Now my owner's main squeeze thinks I'm to skinny? Wha?
Where does it come from?
Like do humans stay up at night thinkin about this doo doo?
Anyway, you stick a saddle on a 2 year olds back and walk him mercilessly in fields of tall grass, cross streams of cool water, and through woods with all kinds of neat things to eat....hey, what am I bitchin about...Maybe I am to thin...need more walks..
Beefcake! Beefcake...
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