Well mom came home with new shirts for the pack, now that is bad enough in it self but when she put mine on me,she and dad started laughing at me, and mom took a photo of me and says that she is going to post it on IndyPaws. And now dad is calling me Mr. Fatbottom. Well maybe I have gained a pound or two, but MR. FATBOTTOM that is just not right.
Rip that thing right off of you so they get the idea that you are not now, nor are you ever, wearing that FATBOTTOM thing. Humans...can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.
Peaches on Oct 15 at 10:48 AM