How can you call me the cutest rag-a muffin in the world ... a scoop of delicious... a fuzzy cutie pie... a heart melting fluffie... your favorite baby... in one breath... and then declare that I need to be groomed in the next?
Why would you even think of messing with perfection?
You are going to destroy my fluffitude? I am clean, I am sweet, I am fluffy, I am MOI.
Why do you think you could ever improve on that?
I think you are displacing some deep rooted jealousy. What, did daddy pay a little too much attention to me? Hey I am just trying to understand why you would want to tear me away from daddy for something as stupid as grooming..
Yes, I am mad. No, I am not going to "cope" with it. I think you need to cope. [What exactly does that mean anyway?]
Don't even try to play the Dori card with me. Dori will love me no matter what. She said that. And don't try to project your own issues on my sister.
Yup. I am pouting. Deal with it momma. Cope with it. Thanks Rush. I blame you. She is raging at your stupid mouth and I am paying the price...
SHUT UP RUSH! Just shut up.
who is pouting.