Tag: Bouffe
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Exposed: Hay Scandal
Appalling hay service. I like hay. I want my hay served to me where I am. On the sofa. On the door mat. Under the vegetable dispenser [the fridge – ed.]. On the antique blue chair. Under the table. On my roof. Not just in the hay rack in my home. Help myself I will.
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The lie of the land
I like the grass. Grass is good. Outside is good. Acceleration is good. My new country mansion here. Delores over there. Me next to Delores. Cuddling.
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The Lady pays a visit
Poor me. Those bottae-cleansing sessions in the servants’ ‘spa’ seem to have become a weekly thing now. Really I don’t see why we have to bother, except of course that if I’m honest, I do like the clean feeling afterwards and things are generally more pleasant in the under-tail-regions now. As an added bonus I…
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Floppage tutorial
Advanced floppage tutorial: tail position.
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Bouffe is not dead
Reports of my death are grossly exaggerated I “cocoon”