It's Hard Out There for a Dog
Help me! When did it become normal for my head to rest on a pile of blocks? And the petting. It's changed. It's more like tiny pinches as I watch my skin twist and tufts of hair waft into the air. Groan. At least I get away with more licks than usual. The food situation has improved, too. More droppings are to be found for sure. But the doggy pats and the this bed of blocks must be addressed. Look at me! Can't you see I am suffering??
posted by KMW @ 10:41 AM
2 Comments:
hehe, too cute. food droppings for the dog, eh? Dorothy won't eat anything with texture... she gags until she throws up. Only the stage one and two foods will do for her!
Poor pup, I can see the misery in her eyes! It sure is hard out there. Oslo would look just as mournful but he desperately needs a mange-cut!
xo
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