Precious Peeps it’s your very own PITTY Princess.
I was much maligned by that monster mash yesterday so I have to defend myself among those of you who value my perfection!
See I am half starved. I only get two meals a day and a milk bone and that’s why I have to resort to eating road kill and hay.
You may think Granny is a sweet little old lady for whom butter would not melt in her mouth but trust be she can be as tough as dried squirrel and as hard as nails.
She’s all smiles at the tearoom and sweet as a scone with jam and cream but she’s a terrible old scold with me.
If any of you are interest in adopting a Princess I would even forsake my Dad to escape the horror of the grumpy old gizzard and Granny.
Send help!!
Blessing#1752-Rescue
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