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  • Writer's pictureBobbles

๐Ÿ“ 29 April 2023

auf deutsch & in english ๐Ÿ˜˜

Now the time has come ๐Ÿคฉ I got our boss around ๐Ÿฅณ I have my own account ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ•บBOBBLES BLOG.

We've thrown out all the old stuff. All new, and now we're officially called ๐Ÿ˜ My Disabled Hairy Friends ๐Ÿ˜.

I like the name because all these disabled people around me are already my friends, in a way.

Sybille says it's not meant that way, but what does she know ๐Ÿ˜Ž

So you'll see me, and me alone, on my channel ๐Ÿคฉ And if you don't like reading it, you'd better think twice ๐Ÿ˜ 

To kick off the new scenario, I really let it rip ๐Ÿ™ƒ In case I haven't told you yet, I'm a Bang Kaew Mix, and when that comes out, I'm not to be trifled with anymore ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

Then no more Bobbelinchen; you can call me Bob-Claude van Damme or Rambob ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿป

I've grabbed Tobey Maguire. After weeks of lying in wait, playing a little ideal world to our boss, my big moment came ๐Ÿ˜‡

The guy mostly hangs out on the couch, and I lounge on the floor. Our boss firmly believed that we would get along quite well after all. But this time, I made a signโ—๏ธAls Maguire made his way to the kitchen; I didn't hesitate for long, thrust up my belly and growled at him from the side. When he turned around, I lunged forward and bit down on his neck ๐Ÿ˜ฌ The bully writhed like a snake and tried to strike my eye ๐Ÿ˜ก

Our mistress came rushing to it ๐Ÿ™ˆ

At first, she tried to pull us apart, but I held on. Maguire's skin pulled like chewing gum, and I don't know who screamed louder, Maguire or our boss ๐Ÿ˜† She grabbed him with one arm and poured the cleaning bucket over my head with the other hand. Outrageous ๐Ÿ˜ค but I didn't let go ๐Ÿคช.

Now everything was quite slippery. Maguire-biped hung in her arm like a worm and slipped through. Sybille tried to prise my mouth open with both hands, but there was nothing she could do against my jaw muscles ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿผ

She grabbed Maguire again and sprayed the ointment spray on my nose with one hand ๐Ÿ˜ณ

No, she has to get up earlier; I'm not impressed by such things ๐Ÿ˜

So we flew through the soaking wet living room as a two-dog-one-woman tangle ๐Ÿ˜†

I was still thinking, boah, our boss is strong! She had to fight off the other idiots here with her feet simultaneously. They wanted to get in on the action a bit too. She fought like a bitch with no teeth ๐Ÿ˜

In any case, it went back and forth for what felt like hours!

Sybille's arms shook, and I kept hearing: Please, Bobbles, let him go! Maguire didn't say anything anymore.

Well, I found it exhausting, too and let go.

Sybille carried Maguire away in a flash, came back, grabbed me, put me on the garden bench and just sat on me ๐Ÿคจ What it this?

I think her pulse was 220. When she recovered, she snorted about how two disabled dogs could be sooo crazy.

It was a fight, like King Kong ๐Ÿฆ against T-Rex ๐Ÿฆ–.

She didn't think it was that cool, and I had to spend the rest of the day in my room ๐Ÿ™

Not much blood splattered at all; Maguire just got a tiny quirk. But our living room was in ruins; our boss had his work cut out for him.

She's never angry for long ๐Ÿฅฐ Later, she examined my eye quite nicely, just a scratch ๐Ÿ˜˜

Your bloody sporty Bob(bles) ๐Ÿถโค๏ธ

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