I don't understand the commenters. The average adult does more in 6 hours of one work day than she does in a week. She doesn't clean her own house, doesn't garden, doesn't cook or serve herself, doesn't edit her own videos, doesn't even drive herself to her facial appointments. I wouldn't be surprised if she's outsourced a monthly marital shag. To my knowledge, all she does is stomp fields, fake tan, rub herself, gaze at herself, and surf the internet and Pinterest lasciviously to get more things. Material things. She doesn't seek experiences, or memories. Everything is boiled down to how something someone else has will look in her house, on her body, etc. etc.
Now she wants a Basset Hound? I replayed it, she says when they move she wants more dogs. Then she says, ONE more dog. A Basset Sausage.
Berkeley having destroyed 4 of Porter's collars, you'd think she would remove their collars. Everything she does is backwards. Lynx was allowed to traipse the countryside without a collar. The dogs that are unsupervised all day, play fighting all the time and at risk of becoming tangled and strangling each other, those wear leather collars 24/7.
I really and truly hope Berkeley doesn't end up needing emergency surgery for injesting Porter's collars. He's so young and obviously has zero supervision. Some dogs are just vacuums that will eat everything, I get it. But Berkeley is still a puppy and instead of spending time training him, she's plotting a new dog.
The main thing that eludes Lydia, the main source of her cunty ways, is her never ever reaching satisfaction. She claims to be a new person, a person with boundaries that values happiness and wholesomeness. Tee hee. Yet she is not content unless she is better than everyone else. Skinnier, tinier, cleverer (which is a huge laugh since she's a moron). Anyone with maturity knows this is a dead end pursuit.
She is not a generous person. She is not thoughtful to others. She never goes out of her way for anyone, barely giving her BFF her castoffs, and taking bug chewed veg as birthday presents in lieu of ponying up for a decent present or even springing for a restaurant booking. She makes fun of everyone, embarrasses them or even worse, accuses them of theft on film. She is vile.
Annoyingly, Ali is now exactly like her, constantly blathering about new clothing coming, more more more. He is infected and a lost cause.