Victoria: And I was ordered to go on a diet...He bites me at night crying or very sad
Volkodav: Vick, you give him a bone: he will not eat much, and in the morning you will wake up without a bite =)
The good one... He’ll beat me! Confused He woke up one night, smashed me, and so persuasively said, “Give me meat!”! to
I am not what meat, a bit of oak did not give.