It's almost Christmas, and I already have my pressie! Mom got me my very own Lambchop!
I love Lambchop! I'm not going to chew her up. I'm going to keep her. I'm going to kiss all over her. I'm going to sleep with her, too!
What's that you say, Mom? Lambchop needs a BATH???
Oh, Mom. I don't think so. Lambchop likes my slobber better than you do.
You'd better think twice, or a bunch more times, before you throw Lambchop in the washing machine.
Seriously, Mom. I'm watching you. No drowning Lammie. I mean it.
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