Dot, dot, dot…dash, dash dash. S.O.S. Please send help!
Hi. It’s Eowyn here, the A2Z pomeranian pup. By the way, while I’m on here could someone please tell me how to change her blog name to it’s proper A to E to Z? Or better yet, let’s just call it Stories of Eowyn. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it? Okay, I only have a minute before my pet comes back and notices I’m on her computer. I’ve created a nice distraction that should keep her busy for awhile. (I unwrapped all of the Christmas presents under the tree, and I also shredded a Christmas ornament into little bits for good measure. Hey, no judging. Desperate times call for desperate measures!)
What’s the emergency you ask? May I present Exhibit A:
My pet thinks these are…and I quote…”the cutest thing EV-ah!” Now, I’m used to hearing this phrase frequently to describe my appearance but not over some torture device strapped to my paws! I’m afraid my pet has lost her mind.
The only good thing I can see about these boots is that little bone accessory on the side. First chance I get, I am totally going to chew all of those off!
But the humiliation doesn’t stop there people. Oh no. It continues. May I present to you Exhibit B:
I propose we stage an intervention. This must be stopped. And yes, I know my pet didn’t have a female offspring but this simply will not do. Do you know what we dogs call our female offspring? Ahem. That’s what I’m about to call my pet if she insists on putting these things on me again!
Eek! I hear her coming. I have to go before she sees this post. Don’t tell her I wrote to you, but maybe you could casually mention in a comment that she attend some therapy for crazy ladies who dress up their animals? I’m sure they have groups, or medicine, or psych wards for this sort of thing. I’m counting on you.