tough guy


Yeah, I eat flowers. And maybe those tiny kittens in the alley were terrifying.  U wanna make sumthin of it? Grr. Grrrrr.
Yes, I got him a camo hoodie. How could I not? The fella can think of a few reasons… but we keep our thermostat low and he was spending a lot of time curled up on the couch under a blanket.  Plus, sometimes I get tired of everyone (but kids, who he loves) being terrified of him on walks… I think this softens his image somewhat.  The downside is that I am now one of THOSE people that owns a matching outfit for their dog. To be fair, mine came from an empty farmhouse in North Dakota, is ratty and faded and probably mice-chewed. I think it’s better that way, though I’ll probably patch the holes so it doesn’t unravel.
As long as we don’t have matching Christmas sweaters, elf costumes,  and multiple other accessories and ensembles it’s all good. Our buddy dated a girl like that once.  We thought she was a little nuts but he was blinded by her leggy hotness.  Then she tried to stab him with a steak knife.  True story.

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