by ~Razzle~ » Thu Oct 07, 2010 8:55 am
((Wow, sorry I'm late guys!))
Zot's otter tail swished as she left her warm bedroom on the forty-second floor. Walking/waddling (As Otters are made to swim, not walk), The river otter made her way to the Elevator. Pushing the buttons with her small, wet nose, she punched in the number 78. She had always dreamed of a creature in a frog costume living there. When the doors dinged and she stepped out, Zot was quite sad to find nobody had moved in. Sighing, she made her way to the elevator once more.
so I haven't been on this site in like, forever, so I'm briefly back on to get rid of lots of my pets in exchange for art of my dog. Also if you do art and want pets send me a pm I'd love to work something out
You can contact me on my tumblr - @puppiesfortheblind - if I don't respond in a reasonable timeframe