Gracie Goo, having claimed your place for reflection, I understand you feel entitled to said space as a porphyrogenite, but I will need to check your pedigree and family tree before I heed to your majesty.
I know asking you to move may be a carking request as you certainly did opt for the most cushy and fleecy and warm spot in the entire place, but my gelid toes against your happy nose may change your mind of you do not bite me with your face.
What if I fluff up this bayadere over here in a way that reminds your instincts of the safe, secure dens in which your ancestors would coze? Does it not look like an ideal spot to rest your paws and let go of all your doggy woes?
Just one warning bark, huh? I see. Thanks for neither breaking skin nor considering my proposal. Calm down; I was just reaching for my pen that fell next to you. Your succinct response has been received quite clearly. I love you for your assuredness, not-so-little floof ball, and I and my aching, frozen feet will always hold you in regards most dearly. ; )
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