She’s walking a Growlithe.
With a leash in one hand, and a lemonade in the other – all was good until the canine took off running. After hitting the ground, she was literally being dragged across concrete.
How could things possibly get worse?
(( As much as I'd love to pull off role-playing antagonists, I really can’t anymore. I like to surround myself with positivity at times like this, even if that includes through roleplay.