Watched the Westminister Dog show a bit last night, but my four-legged companion couldn't keep his eyes open. He passed out in his stylish sweater and only stirred when he heard the click of the camera.
Oh, when I come back in my next life, I want that easy-breezy dog's life.
There's that precious pooch! Give him a tummy rub for me!
ReplyDeleteWould write more, but I have my own pressing issues right now. Sunny has to go get his teeth cleaned tomorrow, so he can have nothing after 8 p.m. tonight. So I'm trying to feed him and pamper him now because tomorrow he will NOT be happy. And when your 19-pound orange tabby is not happy, NOBODY'S happy! He also needs to be brushed so he'll be pretty for the D-O-C-T-O-R in the morning, and he HATES being brushed.
So here I go. Wish me luck.