Socially Acceptable

As regular readers of the divine Big City Life know, one of the enduring loves of my life is the spoilt-avo-eating-child-licking-scary-sounding Rottweiler, Hera. She adores me, or at least I like to think so, though a nagging doubt in the back of my mind persists that should I stop slipping her delicious delicacies she would turn […]
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