Tallulah Rockstar gets her lady parts surgically altered today so she cannot produce any baby rockstars. She's not allowed to eat this morning and she doesn't understand why. She's hopping around, whining at the door where the kibbles are kept, and throwing her bowl in the path of any creature with hands - all in hopes that someone will for the love of god remember to feed the starving redbone! If they gave out canine oscars for withering away - she'd win. Send her some love, ok? I'm trying not to be nervous for her, but I am.
Peace.
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