My Indentured Dragon

My indentured dragon is the best kind of beast. He helps me sixteen times a day at least. He carries material, threads, my sewing machine too. Without Chet-beefer, what would I do? He is a handsome guy, all pink and pretty. He tells fabulous jokes. He is incredibly witty. He keeps my water jug refilled with vodka and juice. I would feel awful if he ever got loose. I keep him a secret from friends, neighbors and kin. They would never understand the situation I’m in. He gives me rubdowns with his claws that make me scream. My indentured dragon is every young woman’s dream.