[At the unholy sound produced from the depths of the photographer's soul, Arty, who had been curled up in the same patch of sunshine as her trainer, rises to her feet and shoots a filthy look at the both of them before waddling away.]
[Heather, on the other hand, seems unaffected.]
It's no use, Shaggy, Dad's out and I'm desensitized!!
no subject
[Heather, on the other hand, seems unaffected.]
It's no use, Shaggy, Dad's out and I'm desensitized!!