I hope they didn't overestimate me.
I have urges. Strong and undeniable urges.
Socks and blanket call to me, as do pillows. I especially like silk pillows. I love it when I find tissues and q-tips. I also love anything that smells like my mom, like her new wallet that I just had to nibble on last weekend. Shredding things relaxes me and fills me with joy. I love to shred! I cannot stop myself!
I want to be a good boy because I hate it when my people are mad at me. And I really don't enjoy my prison, so I have to try to avoid certain urges in order to maintain my freedom. I must maintain my freedom.
But I really want to chew.
Maybe just one little corner and no one will notice ...
|my boy's poster|
|my mom's book|
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