Retort

A guest blogger would like to relay a few words.

Lucy,

Since you squashed my stones and made me cry, I am going to keep them and shove them where the sun don't shine the next time you get rough with me!!

Chew on that, home slice.

From,
Trinity, and her five big bladder stones


(Bee's mom thinks I got rough with her because our leashes got tangled at one point and she yelped. I just marked my territory. It's not my fault she's all gentle and wussy.)