|"Is this what you want, Cammie?"|
"Don't toy with me, Mom."
Greenies Breath Bites. No, I'm not getting paid; they weren't given to us by anyone; Mom buys them.
|"Would you like one of these, Cam?"|
"Yes, I'd like one. I NEED one!"
I'm normally fairly quiet and easy-going, but every day after lunch, I yell at our mom until she gives us one.
|"OPEN THE JAR!!!"|
"C'mon, Mom! We need a fix!"
Mom and Dad call them Siberian Crack. All I know is ... yeah, OK. I may have an addiction problem.