if you didn’t lick a hotspot into your leg and book it under the bed whenever i try to apply soothing spray, you wouldn’t need the goddamn medicated oatmeal baths buddy don’t fuckin glare at me like this i’m trying to help you out
i think the new brand of diet food (the only kind he’s been willing to eat) is fucking with his skin so we’re gonna have to formulate another food plan for the billionth time. i love my fat son but he’s getting older and we need to be careful even though he wants me dead over this
















