"...and Misty peers out over the horizon, dreaming of a distant land. A land where there are no doggie-sweater-stores. A land where one can run free and furry. A land where every dog has its day. Her wee mind waxes wistful and bold. She dreams of revolt,imagining growls and bites of protest.... Suddenly, her person walks through the door and Misty lolls over onto her back, with paws straight up. She is wishing to "play dead" because she is beyond humiliation. But her person does the unmentionable... "NO! Please! NOT that! ANYthing, but THAT," Misty whimpers!!! It's no use. Her person rubs her belly, scratches behind her ears...whispers of kibbles and bits waiting in the doggie-dish just around the corner. Misty is loved. She is truly loved! She wags her tail and lets the far-off dream fade into the mist.... It's okay, she tells herself. Nothing is as important as being loved. Life is not about appearances. It's what's on the inside that counts. She sighs, as she curls up into a ball on her person's lap. It's a dog's life."
Monica: Actually fashion played no part. Practicality did. She'll be trimmed again 'properly' in 8 weeks when her coat has re-grown. It had got too thick.
Heather: Yes but Gracie's a dog!
Helen: She seemed ok but those around her thought otherwise. Now she just has cold rear quarters.
Cynthia: What a wonderful comment and how absolutely true. She is greatly loved.
Scriptor: We do. Oddly and with great originality it's called the RNZSPCA.
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Latest New Zealand fashion, is it?
ReplyDeleteI suppose it is easier to wash than the original fur coat attached to the dog...
LOL!! Cute but my dog surely would not allow for this...you'd have a shredded sweater before long from Gracie Girl :)
ReplyDeleteI did wonder if she might be cold without her hair.
ReplyDeleteWow. That is true love, right there.
ReplyDelete"...and Misty peers out over the horizon, dreaming of a distant land. A land where there are no doggie-sweater-stores. A land where one can run free and furry. A land where every dog has its day. Her wee mind waxes wistful and bold. She dreams of revolt,imagining growls and bites of protest.... Suddenly, her person walks through the door and Misty lolls over onto her back, with paws straight up. She is wishing to "play dead" because she is beyond humiliation. But her person does the unmentionable... "NO! Please! NOT that! ANYthing, but THAT," Misty whimpers!!! It's no use. Her person rubs her belly, scratches behind her ears...whispers of kibbles and bits waiting in the doggie-dish just around the corner. Misty is loved. She is truly loved! She wags her tail and lets the far-off dream fade into the mist.... It's okay, she tells herself. Nothing is as important as being loved. Life is not about appearances. It's what's on the inside that counts. She sighs, as she curls up into a ball on her person's lap. It's a dog's life."
ReplyDeleteI thought the haircut was cruel enough - Doesn't NZ have an RSPCA equivalent?
ReplyDeleteMonica: Actually fashion played no part. Practicality did. She'll be trimmed again 'properly' in 8 weeks when her coat has re-grown. It had got too thick.
ReplyDeleteHeather: Yes but Gracie's a dog!
Helen: She seemed ok but those around her thought otherwise. Now she just has cold rear quarters.
Cynthia: What a wonderful comment and how absolutely true. She is greatly loved.
Scriptor: We do. Oddly and with great originality it's called the RNZSPCA.