Willie
Miss Chloe looks especially good this morning and thus her steadying hand on my leash so excites, especially when the slightest of motions translates to instant reminders of control from the n****e devices.
She leads me behind the garage and the memory of performing for Miss Judy flashes. When she commands that I turn up one leg there can be no question as to what is expected of me.
Be a good boy, Willie.
I do have to empty myself. I was not sure whether it was intended that I use the garden, so thus abstained throughout the night. But despite the urgent need, to do so before Miss Chloe is disconcerting.
Since Miss Judy taught me the best method I dutifully shift about until my lower weight is equally distributed between my left faux dog leg leaning on the concrete wall of th
