Good Morning, Julie here, wanting to talk to you about boobs. I just recently got a dog, to compliment my plethora of cats and gender confused guinea pig. (It’s supposed to be a girl but it humps my cats, which makes it mighty,mighty brave) It may or may not also be dragging around something that resembles a pair of tiny, tiny furry balls behind it. Anyways, why didn’t anyone hip me to the fact that DOGS are the magical boob cleaner? I mean, they get ANYTHING that might tumble down in there. I think I’m coming in for a dog hug, this dog is like ‘let me get some of them crumbs, girl!’ At first I was appalled, how dare you stick your wet nose in there! Whoa, what the fuck? Was that a tongue? Then I was like wow, check out them shiny booboos. Nice. Anyways, this is Julie, with a spotless Colombian purse advising you to get a dog-for your boobs!