Pearl & Walter, hallowed

My man Walter was my mustachioed welcome committee, pinning me down and giving out the wallerin’ of a lifetime – I’ve never felt so loved! Pearl was snoozing under the bed, but came out disgruntled ...

Pearl & Walter, Joy

Joy is sitting cross-legged with Pearl contemplating the inner workings of the Feeding Machine – is it divine? Does it require a sacrifice to divulge its inner secrets, maybe a goofy looking pet sitter? Or ...