Oh, the feeling when I reach out with my toe and rub the dog between his shoulders and he lets out with that satisfied low groan…
I love you, dog.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Oh, the feeling when I reach out with my toe and rub the dog between his shoulders and he lets out with that satisfied low groan…
I love you, dog.