Your breathing is rapid, shallow, and noisy. Yet you stare at me, silently demanding that I take out your little rubber bacon flavored bone. It is, quite possibly, your most favorite toy ever. It is the third such little bone as the previous two were destroyed by the youngster.
Indian Summer
Indian Summer
Indian Summer
Your breathing is rapid, shallow, and noisy. Yet you stare at me, silently demanding that I take out your little rubber bacon flavored bone. It is, quite possibly, your most favorite toy ever. It is the third such little bone as the previous two were destroyed by the youngster.