Okay, for the love of God, why does my new family insist on dressing me up in unflattering outfits? First, they take a video of me snoring, then they ration me on dog food and now this. I just want to play with my ball, eat whatever I want, when I want and sleep. Oh, and of course, I like plenty of affection too.
Thankfully, the weather is warmer here these days so I'm not forced into the latest fashion craze by that over-zealous woman. What will the other dogs think of me when she parades me outside in this get up like a giant red and white bumble bee with a panda head stuck to my tush?
OMG!! lmao!! you just had to do it, didn't you. could you not have found a less "look at me! i am suppose to be a dog but look what my mom put me in" outfit?! the look on her face says it all!! poor vicki! bring her to me and i will unmortify her (i think that's a spell from harry potter). well at least she will be getting exercise when she runs as fast as she can to get back into the house.
ReplyDeleteUnmortify her, huh? LOL. Poor Vicki, it's so tough to be her. This shameless display of her inability to decide for herself and have us reflect our own thoughts and feelings onto a helpless creature. Oh well, I'm sure she would appreciate being emancipated from her current situation through unmortification but then what would become of her? Would she then be free to explore her true "dogness"? Would she embrace her inner natural dog and eschew this life of pampered poochdom? Not likely, there is no ideal situation so, she endures being mortified occasionally.
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