His name is ice cream and he is perpetually screaming because he is afraid of being eaten. And who isn’t? I have begun taking him with me every where I go, typically sticking him in the front of my sweatshirt like a baby bjorn. He does have seperation anxiety after all.
His name is ice cream and he is perpetually screaming because he is afraid of being eaten. And who isn’t? I have begun taking him with me every where I go, typically sticking him in the front of my sweatshirt like a baby bjorn. He does have seperation anxiety after all.