No more stoaridge, plez

I do not like stoaridge. Nope, no way. I had to go in a tiny monster to get there, and I whined and cried to let them know that I did not like being in the tiny monster. Then I got my picture taken. What is the picture obsession? Clyde got his picture taken, too. He did not mind riding around, but he is not a magnificent puppy.Weiterlesen