So now that I'm back in action so to speak... (that and my newest munchkin is a fan of naps...so I get to peruse some of my fave blogs once again.)
I wandered over to I didn't do it ...seriously...if you don't laugh at the whole basic electronics symbols pic, you just don't get my sense of humour...
On his post a week or two back (Oct. 12) he links up to a company that makes wigs for dogs.
(Go to his website to check it out...yes, I'm forcing you over there...plus the picture of a pug in a wig is PRICELESS.) - I know you want to check it out.
Anyways, it got me to thinking about my own dog. He's a good looking hound dog/border collie cross. Although most people ask if he is some sort of giant beagle (I kid you not, in fact he's starting to get embarrassed that people think he's a beagle...or at least I imagine he would be embarrassed if that sort of thing bothered him.)
Once I started pondering what he was thinking, the thoughts were endless. He is starting to go a little grey...maybe he wants a wig.
I bet he's starting to notice that all the hot bitches (totally allowed to refer to female dogs as bitches...it's politically correct...look it up) are thinking he's too old for them. So perhaps I should invest in a wig...although I'm not sure if I should go for something natural...or perhaps something a little more "look at me"....
look at the embarrassment...
he flat out refused to look me in the eye.
He actually closed his eyes when I took a picture of him head on....
it's almost like he's saying "God, I hope the hot bitches don't recognize me."
OK...maybe a dog wig isn't such a hot idea.
P.S. That is my actual dog and the shame is palpable.