This is Beatrice. She peed on the bath mat so she had to wear the sign. That look of shame and sadness is completely fake – she is not sorry and will do it again, most likely when we are about to host a dinner party.
“A wide variety of chew toys…? Not good enough for me.”
My name is Jenny. I’m not impressed by the ridiculous amount of chew toys my mom has lavished upon me. I prefer sinking my teeth into real wood furniture, cherished school-made decorations and John Steinbeck novels. I hear I won’t be up for parole until I reach adulthood.