🎶 | they go wild, simply wild over me.

Mmm... so, you wanna know about me, huh? Well, aren’t you a nosey one. Still, who am I to deny such a personal request~?

Would’ja believe I used to be the talk of the town once upon a time? Oh, who am I kiddin’, of course you would; looks like these don’t come without their benefits, after all. At least, y’know, until all the muss and fuss of it all started to simmer down, and before long, there wasn’t much of a need for me anymore. So, I was left to the streets. Poor me.

Oh, don’t you go poutin’ for me, now – I’m still here, aren’t I?

Met a few like-minded canines who went through similar fates from their people, and together, we all caused a whole lotta trouble. Let’s just say... the pound and I are old friends.

That said, an even closer friend to me and plenty of other dames around town is the Tramp. Goodness, he’s such a wanderer, and he knows it... but I’d be a fool not to pretend he isn’t charming. I can see why that Lady of his was so close to him – though the fact that he actually settled down with her? To have pups? She must be somethin’ else. Lucky her.

Eh, but I’m not the jealous type. The way I see it, every gal deserves their beau. And if it ain’t Tramp? Well... it’ll be somebody, I just know it.