Oh yay. Our turn.
Pick something nice, okay?
Please give it to me now. Pleeease.
Poop bags. How very thoughtful.
p.s. My humans got me a puppacino for a graduation present but they were so excited, they forgot to take a picture. It smelt and tasted nothing like the one my stay-at-home human made. It didn't make me throw up. It is now my opinion that puppacinos are not made with chicken stock.
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