When I was little my gran had a minature poodle (complete with pompoms, and called Pèpe no less, which is quite an achievement for a dog from Sutton Coldfield), and it was the most vile animal I've ever met, yapping every minute of the day, pissing on the hallway rug, and biting visitors most weekends.
This story is spookily similiar to my childhood visits to my Gran's. She even had a miniature poodle called Pepe, who was also the vilest shit cunt of a dog.
This story is spookily similiar to my childhood visits to my Gran's. She even had a miniature poodle called Pepe, who was also the vilest shit cunt of a dog.