if you didnât lick a hotspot into your leg and book it under the bed whenever i try to apply soothing spray, you wouldnât need the goddamn medicated oatmeal baths buddy donât fuckin glare at me like this iâm trying to help you out
i think the new brand of diet food (the only kind heâs been willing to eat) is fucking with his skin so weâre gonna have to formulate another food plan for the billionth time. i love my fat son but heâs getting older and we need to be careful even though he wants me dead over this











