Our poodle was giving us worry,
So I Googled for help in a hurry.
I chose my terms poorly,
Regretting it sorely,
'Cause now my mom thinks I'm a furry.
About the Creator
Rebekah Conard
31, She/Her, a big bi nerd
How do I write a bio that doesn't look like a dating profile? Anyway, my cat is my daughter, I crochet and cross stitch, and I can't ride a bike. Come take a peek in my brain-space, please and thanks.
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